Fairer than her or at least
as fair are many women
why insist on her
so much?
'That be a matter for my heart, '
said I
'and beauty in the heart resides
more so when I love, I calculate'
Then said he: 'Hearts be not brains
brains for calculation are
hearts for emotion;
wherefore say so? '
Then I: 'The heart over a long
term, the heart that loves
it calculates, it calculates too
for Love at long is living, and
living with calculation continuous
goes'
Then silent he stood
'Wherefore silent, so silent, my Monsignor? '
asked I
'Ah! so silent! so silent
your heart speaks in love
as brains in thought.'
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