My Lady, I have seen sweet sorrow encounter your sad eyes,
laboring
tears, and pain unmoved that scath my bleeding
breast.
Love proved fatal long the utterance of my woes,
heaving in grief to my
heart's dismay.
When our lips met under loves far veil that sweet kiss
once
fair is now dark and dread. I awaken from a tearful rest that scorns
my pale
cheek. As some tender words essayed frame my heart,
but these words versed
shall make me weep.
Sweet thieves have stolen the light from your bright eyes now loves
darkest tyrant beholds your gaze. I bid you farewell, and let the
heart
for dear love yield. For reminiscing will only bleed our eyes more.
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