I turn a blind eye

I turn a blind eye
to your beauty
but cut roses
to bring to you

my fingers dripping
with the blood
from the wounds
in the flesh

that the thorns
tore but I turn
a blind eye
to all that

your lips your smile
the light in your eyes
the softness of your skin
the tone of your voice

the consummate calm
of each gesture
as you move
through your day

and the love
the love
I turn a blind eye
to your beauty

John Lyons