Love…
…fetched springtime to this heart a good distance before the calendar deemed the season start. Far ahead of spring narcissus sprouts, “je suis amoureux” has bloomed with fertile vigor.

Elizabeth Barrett To Robert Browning June 4, 1846
…I love you
with the fullness
of my nature.
Nothing of all
this unspeakable
goodness and tenderness
is lost on me…
I catch on my face
and hands every drop
of all this dew.