Non so se s' ë© l' immaginata luce.
I know not if it be the fancied light
Which every man or more or less doth feel;
Or if the mind and memory reveal
Some other beauty for the heart's delight;
Or if within the soul the vision bright
Of her celestial home once more doth steal,
Drawing our better thoughts with pure appeal
To the true Good above all mortal sight:
This light I long for and unguided seek;
This fire that burns my heart, I cannot find;
Nor know the way, though some one seems to lead.
This, since I saw thee, lady, makes me weak:
A bitter-sweet sways here and there my mind;
And sure I am thine eyes this mischief breed.
Love's Loadstone. Second Reading
Michelangelo Di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
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Poem topics: beauty, feel, fire, home, memory, soul, sweet, good, weak, long, bright, pure, delight, true, bitter, lady, vision, celestial, reveal, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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