Love is never blind.
When love was blind our eyes could see
the beauty in our ugliness.
Now love is wise and things are nice
all is dead around us in this house.
When love was our eyes we were
blind to the beauty of the flower
every plant in the universe was inside
our funny looking sunny glasses.
When time has come to live
how do you say good-bye
poems and songs are nothing
but another shameless lie
another excuse to keep talking
about things that don't use words.
from "Cool and Collected Poems".