Silentium Amoris / The Silence of Love
As regularly the excessively dazzling sun
Hustles the colorless and hesitant moon
Back to her dismal give in, ere she hath won
A solitary anthem from the songbird,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to come up short,
And all my sweetest singing off key.
What's more, as at sunrise over the level mead
On wings hasty some breeze will come,
Furthermore, with its excessively unforgiving kisses break the reed
Which was its lone instrument of melody,
So my excessively stormy interests work me off-base,
Furthermore, for overabundance of Love my Love is moronic.
In any case, without a doubt unto Thee mine eyes showed
Why I am quiet, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to a few lips of sweeter song,
Also, I to nurture the desolate memory
Of unkissed kisses, and melodies never sung.
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