I remember…
… how you liked to wear some of my shirts and sweaters. You even wore my underwear sometimes.  It looked better on you than me.

Mark Twain To his future wife, Olivia Langdon, March 6, 1869
For I do love you…
…as the dew loves the flowers;
the birds love sunshine;
as wavelets love the breeze;
as mothers love their first-born;
as memory loves old faces;
as the yearning tides love the moon;
as the angels love the pure in heart.
I so love you that if you were taken from me
it seems as if all my love would follow after you
and leave my heart a dull and vacant ruin forever and forever.