Poetry of feeling

Honestly, I don't love them with my eyes, and I don't really love you with my eyes, because they are a terrible mistake; I saw a thousand mistakes in you; But my heart loves what they despise, but my heart loves what my eyes despise. Who is loved in a desperate vision. I spoil, ignoring the scene before me. My ears don't like the tune of your tongue either; My ears don't listen to the sweet timbre coming from your tongue; My sensitive sense of touch, taste and smell are eager to be invited, and my sense of taste and smell are unwilling to attend any sensory feast with you alone. But my five senses can be all my wisdom or five senses, but I can't convince a spoony person who doesn't love you. My heart is out of control and my body has lost its soul. The slave of your proud heart and the poor vassal are willing to be the slaves of your proud heart. However, I can only regard the sadness of love as a kind of benefit, because she has caused me pain. She lured me into committing a crime.