Dante

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 the joy of heaven is.

And the more souls that resonate together,

The greater the intensity of their love

And, mirror like, each soul reflects the other.

-- Dante