FAIR WEIGHTING OF A TRUE LOVE

My heart burns and its violent
fire spills through the veins,
being noble fuel of this flame
love, that in my entrails I food.

Every breath is a fiery exhalation,
that the vague air ignites at its contact,
if it is not called more properly
yawn from the volcano of my torment.

This is, Lisi, my voracious and haughty love,
to whom it is impossible to find second,
miracle that worked in me nature;

superior to the most excessive love,
greater than what the world contents in itself;
only, Lisi, inferior to your beauty.