The love of God, unutterable and perfect,
flows into a pure soul the way that light rushes into a transparent object.
The more love that it finds, the more it gives itself;
so that, as we grow clear and open,
the more complete joy of loving is.
And the more souls who resonate together,
the greater the intensity of their love,
for mirror-like, each soul reflects the others.
Dante, The Divine Comedy, Paradisio (translated by Stephen Mitchell)
The poem I read to Caitlin as part of my vows