I place the pieces of thine heart with sorrow.
For it knows not happiness I can't borrow.
Inside I inquire why this fortune falls to me.
That I encounter beauty; that which not free.
For she is fair, all her view can tell it so.
A glitter to bright to liken with mine gold;
But still she cast a shadow upon my soul.
Not on thy soul but on thy soul harsh Cupid.
With one blunt arrow to have stroke me rigid.
And on thy face again I fall with luck rid.
For the beauty that thy damsel did possess,
I was blind for the inside I didn't inspect.
Wooed by smiles and an image that is flawless,
I sit in pools of thy blood feeling heartless.
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