Love Is Blind

She 'oft complained while he stood afar
That never was he fully aware
How sweet her faithful, scarlet lips-
How flaxen was her heather hair!

She said that he was surely blind
to her body, like a flower fair-
And what a shame that only death
Could convince him of her steadfast care!

She 'oft in angry voices cried
That she deserved a caring mate.
I spoke not- but only observed
her selfish all-consuming state.

For did she not see that- if not for him
Her sweet lips would turn sour
like wine untouched for many years
beyond the perfect hour?

Could she not see that her golden hair
would be a horses mane- unkept?
And her fairness wilt as flowers do-
And her worldly ways- inept?

For it was he who made her wise
and beautiful- she did not know-
That she was who she was
because
His love had made it so!