I feel as lit by fire a cold countenance <br />That burns me from afar and keeps itself ice-chill; <br />A strength I feel two shapely arms to fill <br />Which without motion moves every balance. <br />Unique spirit and my minds sole tendance, <br />Who is undying yet others seeks to kill, <br />I find one binds my heart, unbound his will, <br />And for who gladdens only I feel grievance. <br />How can it be, lord, that a face so lovely <br />Should work on mine in contrary fashion, <br />For who has no ill can hardly others harm? <br />To the glad life that's taken from me, <br />It behaves, save you forbid it, like the sun, <br />It heats the world and yet itself's not warm.<br /><br />Michelangelo Buonarroti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-as-lit-by-fire/
