My little poem, 是诗也是我。

my little poem, 我心中的小诗，
i brush gently against your joy, 我温馨地梳理你的喜悦，
i move my hand over your hair, 任随指尖在你长发间穿梭，
barely touching you, 时而接触，时而疏离，
shining in front of me. 闪耀在我面前。

my little poem, 我心中的小诗，
i will keep trying to find the words, 我会一直找寻那些为你臣服的发自我内心深处的言语，
for what i felt for you. 为你，为你。

今天，晚餐后，当一切犹如以往一样安静，祥和。在我们对坐于mac开始工作前，他说，让我为你读首诗吧！

Love is encompassed…

Love is encompassed in my Lady’s eyes
Whence sheennobles all she looks upon.
Where e’er she walks, the gaze of everyone
She draws: in him she greets, such tremors rise,
All pale, he tures his face away, and sighs,
Reflecting on his failings, one by one,
Fleeing before her, wrath and pride are gone,
Come, ladies, sing with me her eulogies,
All gentleness and all humility
When she is heard to speak in hearts unfold,
And blessed is he by whom she first was seen.
When she a little smiles, her aspect then
No tongue can tell, no memory can hold,
So rare and strange a miracle is she.

这首诗写于1290，是但丁为Beatrice所作。同但丁一样,Beatrice 来自于佛罗伦萨,貌美绝伦的她年纪轻轻（24岁）就不幸去世了。在但丁的记忆里（从童年到成年），Beatrice 一直拥有完美的女性形象。Beatrice去世后，自然而然她的成为了但丁心中爱神的化身。但丁用诗歌，回味她，歌颂她，悼念她，同时一如既往的爱着她。