TRUTHS

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	*The lady that wants to read my verses*

	I never thought, Lady, that I had this pleasure that you give me now cheerful and so benign. I never thought my pen would lit such desire in your charming soul, in that soul of girl.

	I never thought it. This soul that is left far away from the love, unbeliever, no longer can, no matter how much it aspires and does, except versifying unhappy threnody, but never a cheerful hymn or even an ode that has some grace.

	And so, dazzling creature, «Beautiful, compassionate and good Lady» and sweet and bewitching, how will I make verses to the reading of who so much does please me and I am fond off? Do say - how?

	Take my verses, charming lady, and in those beautiful, affectionate hands, so pretty as small, give them the light of your glance that inflames and that comes from the luminous pupils, always full of shines.

	They may only like this have perfume, they may only like this have light, harmony and attractive rhymes.

	Stare in them the eyes, give them inspiration — inspiration of your glance — all poetry — that they will be some fulgent madrigals.