Your lovely eyes bless everything they see

and with one glance, what is seen seems changed.

"Look at the wind", you whisper and the trees

calm and the long grass rises on its stems;

and when you say, "The night is lovely", the shore

stills as though while tilting back in bliss

the moon forgot its tides. My darling, stare

one dawn unflinching on the sun, I swear

the birds that day will soar in different skies.

Yet there remain two things that cannot change:

the suffering and the grief within my eyes,

and the knowing that when you were born

with a soul so cruel and so unkind,

my heart was cursed to love you and to die.

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