Rondeau (West)

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&mdash; 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!