For want of strength I cannot face that lady’s light, nor shelter in dark places, or the hours of night. Fate forces me to gaze on her when she appears, through eyes already injured and half-blind with tears, knowing too well my true desire, my shame: to go beyond her light, into her flame...
"Bitter tears pour down my face with an anguished storm of sighing, when my eyes chance to turn on you through whom alone I am lost from the world.
Yet it is true that your soft gentle smile quietens my ardent desires, and saves me from the fire of suffering, while I am intent and fixed on gazing..."
For want of strength I cannot face that lady’s light,
ReplyDeletenor shelter in dark places, or the hours of night.
Fate forces me to gaze on her when she appears,
through eyes already injured and half-blind with tears,
knowing too well my true desire, my shame:
to go beyond her light, into her flame...
"Bitter tears pour down my face
ReplyDeletewith an anguished storm of sighing,
when my eyes chance to turn on you
through whom alone I am lost from the world.
Yet it is true that your soft gentle smile
quietens my ardent desires,
and saves me from the fire of suffering,
while I am intent and fixed on gazing..."