O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, <br />Which have no correspondence with true sight! <br />Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, <br />That censures falsely what they see aright? <br />If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, <br />What means the world to say it is not so? <br />If it be not, then love doth well denote <br />Love's eye is not so true as all men's "no." <br />How can it? O, how can love's eye be true, <br />That is so vexed with watching and with tears? <br />No marvel then though I mistake my view; <br />The sun it self sees not, 'till heaven clears. <br /> O cunning love, with tears thou keep'st me blind, <br /> Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-148-o-me-what-eyes-hath-love-put-in-my-he/
