If the course of true love never runs smooth, the course of true matchmaking sometimes does so. My dear, and only Love, I pray this noble World of thee, be governed by no other sway. You are a tangible symbol of mental youthfulness, and I am dedicated to you.

A burning beacon of pure love, still strongly flaming up to thee I would be, until you remove me up there love shall be perfect. This grace of life is mine, the thing I greatly desire, for it is the richest pearls.

I will desire no greater pleasure then in these flames of love. Rich or poor, high or love, whatever be the previous distinction between the parties, on the hour of marriage we begin as equals. I will seek for no richer treasure then.

Civilization gave us marriage, but there is this little misfortune attending matrimony, that people cannot live together anytime, without discovering each other’s tempers. Guilty of dust and sin, but quick to love, observe me grow from my first entrance in, and draw nearer to me, sweetly questioning if I lacked any thing.

My face in your eyes, you appear in mine, and true plain hearts do in the face rest. Where can we find two better hemispheres? Whatever dies was not mixed equally; if our two loves be one, both you and I love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves. If we would only avail ourselves of it, there is a moral in everything.

I sent a sigh unto my blest one’s ear, which lost its way, and never did come there; I hastened after, lest some other fair mildly entertain this travelling air: each flowery garden I did search, for fear it might mistake a lily for your ear; and having there took lodging, might still dwell.

Housed in the concave crystal bell, at last, one sunny morning I did spy this subtle wanderer journeying in the sky; at sight of me it trembled, then drew near, then grieving fell, and dropped into a tear.

I bore it to my stain, and prayed you take this new born offspring for the master’s sake: you took it, and preferred it to your ear, and not it hears each thing that is whispered there. Oh how I envy grief, when that I see my sorrow makes a gem more blest than me!

Yet, little pendant porter to the ear, let not my rival have admittance there; but if by chance a mild access he gain, upon your lip inflict a gentle pain only for admonition so when you gives ear to him at least you will think of me.

No man of sense believes in medicine for chronic disorder. I was alone thinking that I was just fine, I was not looking for anyone to be mine. I thought love was just a fabrication, a train that would not stop at my station. Home, alone, that was my consignment; solitary confinement. So when we met I was getting around you.

I did not know I was looking for love until I found you, baby. Because there you stood and I wondered could I say what I felt and not be misunderstood? A thousand stars came into my system, I never knew how much I had missed them. Slap on my map of my heart you landed.

I was coy but you made me candid. And no the planets circle around you. I did not know I was looking for love until I found you, and I still believe you are too good to be true.  So we build from here with love the foundation, in a World with tears one consolation.

Now you are here and there is a full brass band playing in me like a wonderland. And if you left me, I would be two foot small and every tear would be a waterfall. Soundless boundless, I surround you. Take me away into the night a million miles away from here. I was not looking for love until I found you.

The heart loves repose and the soul contemplation, but the mind needs action. Shinning lights, another day turns into night. Eternal fire, waited all my life. Take me away; find a place for you and me. You are taking me higher, as high as I can be. You take me away, forever you and me.

Dreams are dreams, some dreams come true. There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your sense wrapped in perfect unconsciousness.

At such times, a mortal knows just enough of what one’s mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, it is bounding from Earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate. The tears I cry, I kept them all inside, I needed time to make up my mind.

Love like ours is Heaven sent. The mind cannot be forever on the stretch, the calm and social pleasures of intellectual intercourse are necessary to refresh, and invigorate it. There are chords in the human mind and a man’s mind is a kingdom to himself. If I could, I would give you the World.

How beautiful, my well beloved, is your body of granite, it smites my eyes like an army with banners. Your lips are the red wine poured from a crystal glass. Every time you are near me, my poor heart just will not keep still. Let us not love tonight past mind, but stile our intent lest blazing passion, unconfined, provoke imperilment.

Against the dark, our fierce desire would flare too bright for sight, so must we tame our blinding fire and bank it for the night.  With laminating dawn’s return, and appetites increased, our loving flame can safely burn, in furious release. Just let me know that I am special to you.