Love and the gentle heart are one same thing, <br />Even as the wise man in his ditty saith. <br />Each, of itself, would be such life in death <br />As rational soul bereft of reasoning. <br />'Tis Nature makes them when she loves: a king <br />Love is, whose palace where he sojourneth <br />Is call'd the Heart; there draws he quiet breath <br />At first, with brief or longer slumbering. <br />Then beauty seen in virtuous womankind <br />Will make the eyes desire, and through the heart <br />Send the desiring of the eyes again; <br />Where often it abides so long enshrined <br />That Love at length out of his sleep will start. <br />And women feel the same for worthy men.<br /><br />Dante Alighieri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-love-and-the-gentle/
