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Beatrice
Fiesole villas, by the hill
I saw you there, so gentile
By the bridge, and the well
To the very depths, of my hellYears had past, on the Lungarno
Besides the banks, of the River Arno
She turned and offered, me her greetings
I fled embarrassed, by my feelingsA courtly love, forever hidden
Unrequited, and forbidden
Her very presence, my salvation
My lonely heart, my fixationLeave your letters, by her tomb
For those you hide, to exhume
Purity virtue, and my solace
In a poets mind, for my only, promiseDivine breathe, lost to lore
I vow to write, nothing more
Unless it’s never, been written before
Of any woman, from any shoreThrough the Inferno, Beatrice lead
Revelation and grace, her ascentLeave your letters, by her tomb
For those you hide, to exhume
Purity virtue, and my solace
In a poets mind, for my only, promiseThrough the Inferno, Beatrice lead
Revelation and grace, her ascent