The Monologue of a Misanthrope

[zeevs100]

Hello, everyone! I'm a new member of the forum. English is not my native language, and I don't have any experience with poetry written in English. In all my life I've read only two or three poems in English, but I do have a long practice of writing poetry in my own language. I came directly here to receive an objective feedback. Thank you in advance.
1st Edit
I do not know the taste of love,
I do not know its shapeless touch,
I do not know the secret ways
That I could love someone so much.

I do not know the poison taste
Nor do I feel its burning hit,
But do you know the feeling of
A fall into the darkest pit?

I do not know the perfume of a rose
Nor do I see its perfect form
But in the blow of morning wind
I feel the living heart of storm.

Do I regret I've not the joy,
Or that I am not sighted?
But at the end of all
You're are the one who's blighted.

(Still not sure about the last quatrain)
Original

The Monologue of a Misanthrope

I do not know the taste of love,
I do not know its shapeless touch,
I do not know the secret ways
One could love someone so much.

I do not know the taste of poison,
Nor do I feel its burning hit,
But do you know the feeling
Of bashing the bottom of a pit?

I do not know the perfume of a rose,
Nor do I see its shapeless form,
But in the blow of morning wind
I see the heart of storm.

Do I regret I’ve not the joy,
Or that I can’t be frightened?
But at the end of all,
I am the one who’s sighted.