Non vider gli occhi miei. <br /> <br />I saw no mortal beauty with these eyes <br />When perfect peace in thy fair eyes I found; <br />But far within, where all is holy ground, <br />My soul felt Love, her comrade of the skies: <br />For she was born with God in Paradise; <br />Else should we still to transient loves be bound; <br />But, finding these so false, we pass beyond <br />Unto the Love of Loves that never dies. <br />Nay, things that die, cannot assuage the thirst <br />Of souls undying; nor Eternity <br />Serves Time, where all must fade that flourisheth. <br />Sense is not love, but lawlessness accurst: <br />This kills the soul; while our love lifts on high <br />Our friends on earth-higher in heaven through death.<br /><br />Michelangelo Buonarroti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lii-celestial-love/
