Love and the gentle heart are one thing,
just as the poet says in his verse,
each from the other one as well divorced
as reason from the mind-s reasoning.

Nature craves 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,

Till love, at last, out of its dreaming starts.
Woman-s moved likewise by a virtuous man.