From the lovely branches was descending (sweet in memory) a rain of flowrs over her bosom,
and she was sitting humble in such a glory, alreadyl covered with the loving cloud;
this flower was falling on her skity, this one on her blond braids, whichwere burnished gold and pearls to see that day;
this one, with a lovely wandering, turning about seemed to say:
"Here reigns Love."
Petrach Sonnet 126:Poem in which he sees a woman resting in a garden. He says that, although she doesn't know it now, there will come a time when she will desire him and he will be gone. But, because she is so sweet and divine, he will forgive and wipe her tears. Then, he speaks of falling flowers, one of which has Cupid's name on it. She is so beautiful and divine that he thinks he's in heaven.