To the powers that be. It's said the wise pray not to fall in love until they have sufficient knowledge and wisdom to protect them from broken dreams.
Grant that power the power to see
adorned with wisdom teacher be
and save me from love's treachery
Without your power I'm lost at sea
gripped with passion blindly be
love's lost fool in eternity.
Tune my heart to duty calls
and save me from the bitter squalls
where passion lives when reason falls.
the ability to see with clarity is indeed so impt, wojja...and love is it, as your poem (to me) seems to imply