For certain he hath seen all perfectness <br />Who among other ladies hath seen mine: <br />They that go with her humbly should combine <br />To thank their God for such peculiar grace. <br />So perfect is the beauty of her face <br />That is begets in no wise any sigh <br />Of envy, but draws round her a clear line <br />Of love, and blessed faith, and gentleness. <br />Merely the sight of her makes all things bow: <br />Not she herself alone is holier <br />Than all; but hers, through her, are raised above. <br />From all her acts such lovely graces flow <br />That truly one may never think of her <br />Without a passion of exceeding love.<br /><br />Dante Alighieri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-beauty-of-her-face/
