Life of my life, you seem to me

Life of my life, you seem to me
Like some pallid olive tree
Or the faded rose I see:
Nor do you lack beauty,
But pleasing in every way to me,
In shyness or in flattery,
Whether you follow me or flee,
Consume, destroy me softly.

poem by Torquato Tasso
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!