The poems by Petrarch and Labe all spoke about the anguish that goes hand in hand with love, either unrequited or not. Petrarch was in love with this fair maiden and he longed to be with her. ‘ I who had the lure of love in my breast, what wonder if I suddenly caught fire?’ He felt that he wore his heart on his sleeve visible to the fair maiden but she pitied him. One can only assume that she did not feel the same way. Labe anxiously awaited the return of her love. ‘ At any rate, your roving ways are sure,To make me count the weeks we’ve been apart, and open gaping wounds within my heart, this ailing heart which you alone can cure.’ These poems are so melodramatic and it’s difficult to envision people in this current century being that way when it comes to love. We are so programmed to hide our emotions that this all consuming love for another human being seems so elusive. It seems that with great love comes great sorrow, something that I would personally prefer to avoid.