If I had honest eyes I might have seen you.

I might have noticed how the light
Simply bounces off your messy hair.
I might have noticed the dimples
In your rosy, rounded cheeks.
I might have noticed how angels
Dance at the corner of your lips
When you grace me with a smile.
I might have noticed the calmness
Emanating from your crystalline eyes.
I might have noticed the cheery glow
Around your entire corporal form.
I might have noticed how you
Glide gracefully along the floor.
I might have noticed the perfection
That is so utterly and completely you.

But my eyes are deceitful.
They wander and want.
Too late have they repented.
Like the poor, jealous Moor,
I can only say:
O! O! O!

Too late have I seen what I have done.