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by Unknown (written in the 13th century)

There are little traits that keep me bound...
I think of nothing else save the bright face of my lady -

Ah me! Her swan-white throat, her strong chin,
Her fresh laughing mouth which daily seems to say,
"Come kiss me, love, kiss me once again!"

Her regal nose, her smiling grey eyes -
(That thieve to steal a lovers heart) -
And her brown tresses that wildly fly.
Each have wounded me as with a dart

So amorous are these that I deem they will slay me.
Ah God, ah God! Alas, who will save me?