Shouldn'T Love Be All Joy and No Sorrow

Poets adorn their verses with romantic words that humans read them and delude themselves that passion is a tale invented by someone whose love was pure and forgiving when it went wrong; is that someone still living and creating an illusion more alluring to anyone feeling the void? Shouldn't love be all joy and no sorrow: soaring skies, and be happier than a sparrow? Did Dante describe it as such... if Beatrice hadn't been as distant as he thought? Wouldn't he be deluded if he hadn't promised her much? Their encounters were brief: glancing and smiling, his hand never caressed that pretty face; is it wrong to say he was a petty thief... stealing her emotions, seducing her with his verse? Dante and Beatrice would be an object of ridicule if they lived in these times of greed and lust, who would defend their romance if not I who feels lost and longing for the same thing they were after with desire? Shouldn't love be all joy and no sorrow, but being afraid of losing it is a terrible mistake in reality; learn from Dante, he dreamed of Beatrice and didn't allow her distance to be a barrier between them, but he became sin-sown. Had he only imagined the possibility against the impossibility, he would have given up and not altered destiny and begun wondering if her age was an obstacle or an advantage for an impatient man seeking a wife and not be accused of sacrilege!