…the way you like to sit beside me nestled as close against me as you can comfortably get. Feeling your side against mine like that stirs a warmth inside me; a feeling of being deeply loved.
From “She Was a Phantom of Delight” by William Wordsworth
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair.
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warm, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright,
With something of angelic light.