So, through the eyes love attains the heart:
For the eyes are the scouts of the heart,
And the eyes go reconnoitering
For what it would please the heart to possess.
And whey they are in full accord,
And firm, all three, in one resolve,
At that time, perfect love is born
From what the eyes have made welcome to the heart
Not otherwise can love be born or have commencement.
Than by this birth and commencement moved by inclination.
-Guiraut de Bornelh





















