Shaded Looks (2006)

When pleasure is pain and pain is pleasure,
And each confused into the other grows;
When joy should hurt in equal measure,
And every thought should every thought oppose:
It’s then upon her beauty that I dwell,
And lacking will, must linger overlong;
Then Heaven’s eye reflected is my Hell,
For being here it’s there that I belong.
And when I think that I might only taste
The pleasure of her lips to feel the pain
Of ‘fare thee well’ – such hell by heaven graced
Condemns me to this agonized domain:
Not quite in Hell, exiled from Heaven’s glory,
By shaded looks I’m damned to Purgatory.