"My heart, whenever you appear"
di anonimo

My heart, whenever you appear,
Does something so delightful find,
That had I no allays of fear,
My joys could not be more sublime.
Had you less beauty in your eyes,
My love and I might live in peace;
In them such pow'r of charming lies,
Our rivals ev'ry day increase.
But tho' a thousand hearts there be,
To you their adoration owe;
In this you are as poor as we,
You have but one you can bestow.
'Tis this that gives me all my care,
Whilst trembling for my doom I stand;
'Tis this that racks me with despair,
For fear I should not be the man.