I took the last line of Dante’s Inferno, canto XXIV, line 151 “And I have told you this to make you grieve” and inserted it into the last line of my own poetic verse.
The scorching weld that burns
two souls together. Meant to be. Love,
knocking at an enormously shallow door.
It’s dark and echoes the cold, stone
hallways of my heart. The loneliest soul
when his name is called. Years pass,
and I have told you this to make you grieve.