You: The art of Jesse II

'In mine own beauty take I such delight
That to no other love could I
My fond affections plight.

'Since in my looking-glass each hour I spy
Beauty enough to satisfy the mind,
Why seek out past delights, or new ones try
When all content within my glass I find?
What other sight so pleasing to mine eyes
Is there that I might see
Which further I could prize?

'My sweet reflection never fades away;
My consolation ever is
To see it every day.
It lies beyond the tongue's expressing
To celebrate a joy so fine;
None understands this bliss who has not burned
With a delight like mine.

'The longer I reflect upon those same
Eyes that stare from mine own face back to me,
The fiercer burns the flame.
I yield it all my heart, it renders back
All that I gave; I taste the bliss
It promised me; and hope yet more to have.
Ah, who has loved like this!

BOCCACCIO