O gentle gaze, o eyes where beauty grows,
Like little gardens full of amorous flowers,
Where the bow of Love shoots his sharp arrows
And where my eyes have gazed for many hours.
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Where the bow of Love shoots his sharp arrows And where my eyes have gazed for many hours. love and desire. to love and to be loved. tony