by Luis G. Dato
Why should you use the world’s all-jaundiced eyes
And judge my suit by its too harsh decree?
In matters of the heart, ’tis you and me,
None else discern where its true happiness lies.
“Tis not the world’s opinions but our eyes,
Our ears, our senses which we should let be
In their pursuit unwarped in liberty,
Else must we forfeit twice our Paradise.
‘Tis us and not the world that shall dictate
In the heart’s crisis of the yes or no,
Ourselves the arbiters of human fate,
Achieving supreme gladness, supreme woe.
Let mind have reasons for its love and hate,
Only the heart that bears the wounds can know.
