Echo and Narcissus

O my Love, how sweet the lips smile,

In a face so perfect, as if carved by divinity,

How my heart falters, little by little, upon every sight

Of those golden eyes, hues impossiblyreflected,

As if with their own luminosity.

My Beloved's features, so delicate yet pristeen,

Are so wonderously ivory shaded, that it is as if a statue stands before me.

O how glorious it would be, if such a smile was directed in my honour.

 - But, of course, that cannot be!

What a thought, to merely contemplate my Muse's affection to a creature such as I,

My Sweetheart could not even rest gaze upon the wretched soul that is I,

A greater deserving is in need for my Darling,

If only another could be found, a person who reflects the exact beauty and grandeur that is my Love,

For there is not a soul who can be worthy of my Love, but for my Love in self.