I remember…
… how we loved to kiss.  No one ever kissed me the way you did.  The sweetness of your lips remain burned into my memory.

John Keats to his fiancé Frances (Fanny) Brawne Lindon 1820
I cannot exist without you. 
I am forgetful of every thing
But seeing you again. 
My life seems to stop there.
I see no further.
You have absorb’d me.
You have ravish’d me away
By a power I cannot resist.