I love…
…how you put your head on my shoulder and snuggle up close against me on the couch when we watch TV together.
From “Love Thee” by Eliza Acton
I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jasmine flowers.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture passed away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is waked for me alone,
When all beside is mute.
Waked for Me Alone
December 14, 2011 by James Browning
