Oh lady of my dreams I have not Yet to experience thy all as I ought. I cannot breathe one more sigh, Nor cause one more tear by and by. And if you be my treasure I want it all, Sharing your love none to others fall. But who am I that your heart be mine? If you could, if you would give me a sign. Let me prepare and let me give a call, To enjoy with you one night’s festival. Both in years and in the day’s night is I hold vigil waiting for a night like this.
Michelangelo. Sistine Chapel Adan y Eva. El pecado original y la expulsión del paraiso.