“Neither is the man without the woman, nor the woman without the man, in the Lord.”
Esoteric Romanticism. Love, Desire, Creativity. The Man & the Woman.
The Court of Love is an online community, spreading across multiple platforms (X, Telegram and Patreon) that seeks to explore the mysteries of the sexes, love, passion and romance in all the forms it has fascinated humanity. Here, love, passion and sexuality are a path to Divine but also a “gender study” that includes the sacred component, giving each of the sexes the dignity of their mysteries and the beauty of their communion. Courtly romances, mystic and devotional traditions across the world and religion and Fedeli D’Amore are our roots.
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The Poem of the Moment
Down there a knight is standing
In the white moonlight;
His zither resounds
With the agony of faithful love:
* * *
“Breezes, spread your blue wings
Quietly ready for my message,
With a soft ring call her
Out to this little window!
Tell her that under the roof of leaves
A familiar sound is sighing;
Tell her that there is another person who is awake
And that the night is cool and intimate
Tell her how bright the moon is
As it sheds its light on her window;
Tell her how both the woods and the spring
Are speaking secretly and about love!!
Through the trees let it shine –
The sweet glow of your image,
Which is woven beautifully into my dreams
And my waking hours!”
* * *
But the tender tune
Failed to reach her ear:
The singer gently swung himself
Up to the little window.
And up there the knight pulled
A little garland from his chest,
Which he tied firmly to the railings
And sighed, “Blossom in delight –
And if she asks who brought you,
Then, flowers, let her know – ”
A small voice down below laughed:
“Your knight Love-mouth!” –
– What the young lady overheard about love, Franz von Schlechta (Schubert Song)