horrorstye

The sin of self-love possesses all my eye, And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so deeply rooted within my heart. I think no one's face is as gracious as mine, No body so evenly proportioned, No one's integrity of such high amount; And for myself my own worth do define, As I to all others' worth surmount. But when my mirror shows me myself indeed, Beaten and shopped with tanned antiquity, My own self-love quite contrary I read, Self so self-loving were iniquity. It is you that for myself I praise, Painting my age with the beauty of your days.