I love…
…the way you express your love to me in the words you write and say. Never before has anyone touched me the way you do when you tell me how you feel.
 

Victor Hugo to Adele Foucher, March 15, 1822
My adorable and adored, 
I have been asking myself every moment if such happiness is not a dream.  It seems to me that what I feel is not of earth. I cannot yet comprehend this cloudless heaven. My whole soul is yours… why is there no word for this but joy? Is it because there is no power in human speech to express such happiness? …Oh, now you are mine! At last you are mine! Adieu, my angel, my beloved…