SONNET XVIII

If I am wax submitting to your will,
and take only your eyes to be the sun,
which anyone their glance does not ignite
or conquer, must be to all senses numb;

from which I can deduce that if I were
of seeing them and feeling them relieved,
as it appears that reason they resist,
my very senses I would not believe,

for I am from afar engulfed in flames
by your impassioned gaze, and I am so
burned up that my life is but scarce maintained.

But if from closer up I am attacked
by your eyes, then I feel, in frozen state
my very blood congeal within my veins.