Love…
…is easy when it is meant to be. Each fits to the other like a long-lost puzzle piece that neither knew was missing. There is no perfection, but true love comes close.
Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett Sept 12, 1846
I look back,
and in every
one point,
every word
and every gesture,
every letter,
every silence,
you have
been entirely
perfect to me.
I would not change
one word,
one look.