Blinded Art The Eyes Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Tis strange thy smile, that frown did swear
to make it's heave in thy despair,
tis strange; thou loketh upon me then
In strange eyes dressed in stain.

Ay! but thou doth estrange thy heart,
Know not I, thy true face and blinded plaque
Art thOu not the one who loveth me
or thou art masked, in fake restrain.

Care not I, upon thy pride
for tis flaw that it binds
My soul rots it's home in thee
yet un welcome, strange did it feel

Tis my dear a matter of soul
For tis I thy life did throne
With royal lve beneath above my means
blinded love awaken thee.





Shanika Paul
U/graduate (OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , AMI(CAMBRIDGE) , DIP, PSY(CAMBRIDGE) , imsd