[Y]ou are my poem; you are all my poems, and far the most beautiful of all.
My soul is so knit to yours that it is but a divided life I live without you.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach…
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
‘My love, like a vine, clasps its tendrils about thee,
And desolate, lone, were my being without thee;
Oh, we’ll walk hand in hand through life’s changeable weather,
And when death’s summons come, we’ll obey it together!
I felt as if a little winged soul sprang from each one of our embraces and flew heavenward with cries of jubilation and joy.
You’ll tell me about the Sleeping Beauty and I’ll unbosom myself about the Beast, and we’ll exchange heart‑aches and be, oh, so happy together. Let’s have a fairy story all of our own.
…Let the world know, if there was ever love:
Mine for you…
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,
After the day’s great sun.
~Charles Hanson Towne
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.