THOU, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft, <br />And find therein great cause of deep delight, <br />Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft, <br />Thy lips are sweet, thine eyes are clear and bright, <br />And every part seems pleasant in my sight; <br />Yet wote thou well, those looks have wrought my woe, <br />Because I love to look upon them so. <br /> <br />For first those looks allured mine eye to look, <br />And straight mine eye stirred up my heart to love; <br />And cruel love, with deep deceitful hook, <br />Choked up my mind, whom fancy cannot move, <br />Nor hope relieve, nor other help behoove <br />But still to look; and though I look too much, <br />Needs must I look because I see none such. <br /> <br />Thus in thy looks my love and life have hold; <br />And with such life my death draws on apace: <br />And for such death no med'cine can be told <br />But looking still upon thy lovely face, <br />Wherein are painted pity, peace, and grace. <br />Then though thy looks should cause me for to die, <br />Needs must I look, because I live thereby. <br /> <br />Since then thy looks my life have so in thrall <br />As I can like none other looks but thine, <br />Lo, here I yield my life, my love, and all <br />Into thy hands, and all things else resign <br />But liberty to gaze upon thine eyen: <br />Which when I do, then think it were thy part <br />To look again, and link with me in heart.<br /><br />George Gascoigne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-looks-of-a-lover-enamoured/
