Petrarch - Sonnet LXXIV lyrics

I am already wearied with thinking of how my thoughts are never weary of you, and how I've not abandoned life itself yet, to flee so heavy a weight of sighs: and how my tongue is never lacking sound to speak of your face and your hair, and your lovely eyes I always talk of, calling on your name day and night: and how my feet are never tired and weary of following your footsteps everywhere, spending so many paces uselessly: and how from it comes all the ink and paper where I go writing of you: if that is wrong, it is Love's fault, not a defect of my art.