My Dear…
There is no enchantment grander than what is happening between us. Like the poems, books, movies and songs all say… I am no longer fully myself without you. We’re falling in love. Nothing ever felt this good before.
From ‘Henrietta Temple’ by English aristocrat Benjamin Disraeli
Amid the gloom
and travail of existence
suddenly to behold
a beautiful being,
and as instantaneously to
feel an overwhelming conviction
that with that fair form for ever
our destiny must be entwined;
that there is no more joy
than in her joy, no sorrow
but when she grieves;
that in her sigh of love,
in her smile of fondness,
hereafter all is bliss;
An immortal flame burns
in the breast of that man
who adores and is adored.
