Act II, Scene V


"Portrait painted on my eye,
lovely vision ever present,
asleep, awake, live or die,
ever knowing she can't consent."

The more intense the yearning,
if from a distance or at hand,
the hotter is the burning
of passion's insatiable demand,

until despair clouds love's sky,
hope's slow starvation takes its toll...
lethargy's lamenting cry
eulogizes dreams of his soul.


--Cyrano