Kind

When does pain become too  much to bear
Perhaps when love has gone as has  peace  fair
The joy of being wanted and of care
Distracts the mind from ruminations  bare.

As long as I can see with my one eye
And write despite the pain of  emptiness
I shall push away my  wavelike wish to die
For else I  cannot live whenmy  love’s lost.

By man or God,  when penetrated deep
By  one who in his arms  encircled me
The price of knowledge did not seem too steep
But when engrossed in love we scarcely see.

The measuring of worth seems  hard when  blind
The proper measure of a man is  kind