what have we come to?

She was the darling star that danced in his eyes,

A rapture of innocence too divine.

For such a flower, I’d give her the world,

So one day he gave her his eyes.

But what he felt was a trembling hand,

No trace of a smile, no crease at the eyes.

The horror, the terror, the monstrosity of it all!” she cried,

“Take them back, my love. I’d rather be blind.”