Your eyes slay me;
I cannot endure their beauty,
My devoted heart is wholly wounded.
And yet a word from you will quickly heal
My heart's wound while it is green.
Your eyes slay me;
I cannot endure their beauty,
Truly, I say,
You are the ruler of my existence,
Which, my daily dying breaths express.
Your eyes slay me;
I cannot endure their beauty,
My devoted heart is wholly wounded.
And so, I plead, I pant, I die.

© April 2008 Anna Maria
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Here is the Original:

Merciless Beauty (Excerpt)
by Geoffrey Chaucer

Your eyen two will slay me suddenly;
I may the beauty of them not sustain,
So woundeth it throughout my hearte keen.
And but your word will healen hastily
My hearte's wounde, while that it is green,
Your eyen two will slay me suddenly;
I may the beauty of them not sustain.
Upon my truth I say you faithfully
That ye bin of my life and death the queen;
For with my death the truthe shall be seen.
Your eyen two will slay me suddenly;
I may the beauty of them not sustain,
So woundeth it throughout my hearte keen.

Anna Maria

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