Chanson Archaic

There liveth a song in mine heart-- I feel it; It beats at my breast For thee, my love, From the depths of my soul. Mine eyes know not Why I must look upon thy face, But to do so fills me with great joy. Mine heart beats ever In anticipation of thy smile. Thy sweet mystery and subtle misery Draw me ever nearer, My foolish self what loves thee. Thine eyes fill me with a wonder Such as that which Mine heart has never known. How gentle and vague Art thine eyes, Escaping my gaze, but never mine attention, And never my thoughts.