Does Beatrice, that angel, dare to love you now? Does love transcend the heavenly faith you so doggedly upheld in her eternal name? The light you once described as blinding, have you acquired the sight to fix your eyes upon it? What life, enraptured, must certainly lie within! For you, Dante, I have so many questions.
I am older now; with a Beatrice of my own. I would love nothing more than to take her as my wife. Only time will tell.
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