I've always loved, I go on loving still,
and I'll love even more, day after day,
that sweet place I return to, full of tears
at times when Love comes over me with sadness;
and I am fixed to love the time, the hour,
that took away my base and mundane cares,
most of all she whose lovely face makes me
in love with goodness by her great example,
But who'd have thought these things would so converge,
knocking my heart this way and that, here, there,
all these sweet enemies I love so much?
What force you conquer me today with, Love!
And had not hope grown greater with desire,
I would fall dead where I most want to live.
-Petrarch
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