Peace on eyes that do not know peace, Complaining of her—a heart, torn piece by piece. Not easier for me... can I be that ease? Be gentle with this heart, I beg you please. Give him a look, a hug, or even a kiss— It receives your eyes’ arrows, as the eyelid the sword receives. Nor the eyelid resists, nor my heart seeks release, Just crying silent in love’s loud screams.