Rondeau

My lady's eyes appear to be Like brimming pools of ecstasy, Deep wells, from which the twinkles flow Unceasingly as on they go To charm me with their witchery; Mayhap an easy prey they see, Enmeshed by their dexterity; I can't protest; they thrill me so— My lady's eyes.

Although they gaze alluringly, Appealing with such potentcy, Oft times in them I see a glow Which warns me that I should go slow, For then, you know, I really see My lady lies!