It's the book M. Wayne Cunningham of Foreword Clarion Reviews calls "...an admirable feat", "there is energy and emotion in these poems"..."with trappings of the classical literary ballad.
This is a story dictated by characters with no roles, stars with no spoken parts, no cameos, and no love shared at all. Something happened that moved Casanova’s heart.
Your eyes are untainted now but love is seen not with the eye but with faith. Look at it this way, God is love and the devil is the great accuser. So now, which of these is your love closer now to reflecting?