…the notes you write to me that touch my heart so deeply with how you express yourself honestly and openly. You know just what to say, when to say it and how to say it to move me as no other has or can.
From a love letter John Keats sent Fanny Brawne
I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again. My life seems to stop there, I see no further. Love is my religion. I could die for that. I could die for you. My creed is love, and you are its only tenant. You have ravished me away by a power I cannot resist.