Immortal One

Let breath be taken through eyes
All but one sense denied
Sustained by sight of thee,
A third eye to see.
Meat becomes ash
Wine loses her splendour
Of what use is a thousand coins,
Or the stirring in my loins,
Lest I gaze upon thy beauty?
Deaf and mute rejoice!
For cursed are the blind
Never to behold
The immortal Soul.