by Dante Alighieri
1265-1331
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each and the other one as well divorced as reason from the mind's reasoning. Nature creates love, and then creates love king, and makes the heart a palace where he'll stay, perhaps a shorter or a longer day, breathing quietly, gently slumbering. Then beauty in a virtuous woman's face makes the eyes yearn, and strikes the heart, so that the eyes' desire's reborn again, and often, rooting there with longing stays, Til love, at last, out of its dreaming starts.
Robin's Nest 