Love…
…has changed all my perceptions. With my eyes I see more beauty. With my nose I smell more delights. Hearing your voice soothes me. Speaking your name rouses my heart. I have yet to be able to intelligently describe the taste of your lips.

Irish novelist, short-story writer and poet George Moore
The hours I spend with you
I look upon as sort
of a perfumed garden,
a dim twilight,
and a fountain
singing to it.
You and you alone
make me feel
that I am alive.
Other men it is said
have seen angels,
but I have seen thee
and thou art enough.