I do not love thee with mine eyes
for they in thee a thousand errors note
but tis my heart that loves what they despise
who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted.
Nor tender feeling to base touch is prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
to any sensual feast with thee alone.
But my five wits, nor my fives senses can
dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
who leaves unswayed the likeness of man
thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be.
Only my plague thus far I count my gain-
that she that makes me sin, awards me pain.
Unknown "i miss u..." Feisty
- 16 years, 10 months, 5 days ago