Your face is written in my soul

Garcilaso de la Vega (1501-1536)
Your face is written in my soul, and when
I want to write about you, you alone
Become the writer, I but read the line;
I watch you where you still watch me, within.
This state I am and always will be in.
For though my souls imprints a half-design
Of what I see in you, the good unkown
Is taken on a trusting regimen.
what was I born for if not to adore you?
My ills have shaped you to the bent they give.
I love you by a daily act of soul.
All that I have I must confess I owe you.
For you I came to life, for you I live,
For you I'd die, and do die, after all.