My eyes and my heart are fighting a life-and-death war, how to divide your conquest of me; My eyes, my heart, my heart, my eyes, my heart, freedom of my eyes. My heart is begging you to lie in him-a secret room that has never been penetrated by crystal eyes-but the defending ant denies this request and says that your beautiful appearance lies in him. This title means the pursuit of ideas. All tenants are tenants of the soul, and their ruling determines the role of the discerning person and the role of the dear soul: therefore; My eyes are your appearance and my heart is your inner love. My eyes and my heart are fighting to the death, how to divide your beauty; The eyes want to separate the heart from your image, and the heart is unwilling to give up this right. The heart claims that you are hidden in its depths, and no bright eyes have ever broken into its treasure chest; The defendant firmly denied this excuse, saying that your beautiful image was treasured in it. In order to solve this unsolved case, I have to invite all the residents in my heart-thoughts-to negotiate; Their * * * same judgment finally determines that bright eyes and intimate hearts deserve the following weight: your appearance belongs to my eyes, and my heart occupies the love in your heart.
There is an alliance between my eyes and my heart, and now everyone is nice to each other: when my eyes are eager for a glimpse, or my heart is suffocated by a sigh, my eyes enjoy the feast with the portrait of my lover, and my heart also bids for the banquet; On another occasion, my eyes were the guests of my heart, and I shared some of them in his thoughts of love: therefore, either your portrait or my love kept you away from me; Because you can't go further than my thoughts, I am still with them, and they are with you; Or, if they are asleep, your image in front of my eyes awakens my heart and makes my heart and eyes feel happy. Now my eyes and heart have formed an alliance to help each other and help each other: when my eyes are eager to see your face, or my spoony heart is about to suffocate with a sigh, my eyes will put your portrait on a big banquet table and invite my heart to participate in the feast of this painting; Sometimes the eyes are the guests of the soul, and you can share them equally: in this way, even if you are far away from your image or my attachment, you can stay with me; You can't go further than my feelings. I have been following them and they have followed you. Or, if they fall asleep, the images in my eyes will awaken my mind and make my mind and eyes comfortable.
When I was walking on the road, I was so careful that I put every little thing under the truest iron bars, so as not to let it fall into treacherous hands and put it under reliable trust for my use! But you, my jewelry trivia, are the most comforting. Now my greatest sadness, you, my dearest and my only concern, are the prey of every vulgar thief. I didn't lock you in any cupboard, except where you are not, although I feel that you are in the gentle closure of my chest, you can come and go at will; Even then, I'm afraid you will be stolen, because the truth has proved the value of such a precious prize. How careful I am! Before I leave the road, I lock the trivial things one by one in the box for later use, so that I can be safe and not be desecrated by some treacherous hands! But you, compared with you, jewelry is also a waste. You, my dearest, best and only concern, and the greatest comfort (now the greatest sadness) are left to every pickpocket to grab at will. I didn't lock you in any safe, except where you are not, and I think you are, which is my warm heart, from where you can go in and out at will; Even there, I am afraid that you will be stolen: seeing such a treasure, loyalty becomes a pickpocket.
If one day, when I see you frowning at my shortcomings, when your love has poured his biggest sum, call me to listen in with advice; At that time, you will pass by strangely, and hardly need the eyes of the sun to meet me. At that time, love has changed from its original appearance, and reason has found a fixed gravity. At that time, I hid myself in my own desert knowledge, which is the legal reason for raising my hand to protect myself: leave poor me, you have the power of law, why can't I say that love has no reason? In order to resist that day, if one day comes, when I see you frowning at my shortcomings, when your love has spent the last penny, I am urged to settle accounts by thorough concern; In order to resist that day, when you walk like a stranger, you don't need the sun-your eyes-to meet me. When love has changed its face, you should collect all kinds of solemn reasons that must be rejected; In order to resist that day, I will hide here and settle in a suitable evaluation for myself. In public, hands in the air swears to guarantee all kinds of legal reasons for you: abandon poor me, you have legal protection, and since I love you, there is no reason to say so.
How heavy my journey on the road is when I seek the end of my tired journey and teach the ease and tranquility to say "how far is it from your friend"! The beast carrying me, tired of my pain, walked slowly and heavily, bearing the weight of my body, as if the poor bastard knew by some instinct that his rider didn't like speed, and he was made of you: bloody spurs couldn't irritate him, and sometimes anger would pierce his skin; He replied with a heavy groan, which was sharper to me than kicking him; Because the same groan reminds me of this; My sadness is ahead, and my happiness is behind. How heavy I trudged during my journey. When my destination (the end of my tired journey) encouraged relaxation and rest, I said to me, "You are so far away from your friends again!" " "The * * carrying me can't stand my worries and walks slowly with the burden in my heart, as if this * * knows by some instinct that its owner doesn't like fast, because it is far away from you: sometimes it gets angry and pokes its skin with the bloody boot nail, but it can't urge it; It only responded with a heavy groan, which was more cruel to me than stabbing its boot nail, because this groan made me realize and be familiar with it: my sadness is ahead and my happiness is behind.
These are all Shakespeare's poems, hehe! As for the name! I don't know, please forgive me!