No mortal thing enthralled these longing eyes

When perfect peace in thy fair face I found; 

But far within, where all is holy ground, 

My soul felt Love, her comrade of the skies:

For she was born with God in Paradise;

Nor all the shows of beauty shed around

This fair false world her wings to earth have bound;

Unto the Love of Loves aloft she flies.

 

Nay things that suffer death quench not the fire

Of deathless spirits; nor eternity

Seves sordid Time, that withers all things rare.

Not love but lawless impulse is desire:

That slays the soul; our love makes still more fair

Our friends on earth, fairer in death on high.

– Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni

Blackcurrant, frankincense, 7-year aged patchouli, oakmoss, leather, black cedarwood, and beeswax.