I remember…
…what a sleepy-head you were in the morning.  I was almost always up first and made coffee for us.

Frederick Saunders (1807 – 1902)
My heart to you is given:
Oh, do give yours to me;
We’ll lock them up together,
And throw away the key.

I remember…
…laughing and talking as we walked arm in arm under an umbrella down a cobblestone street in Holland on a snowy late afternoon. 

Ludwig van Beethoven July 6, 1806
My heart is full of many things to say to you – Ah! — there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all — cheer up — remain my true, only treasure, my all as I am yours

I remember…
…how you would sneak little notes into my bags when I traveled so I would find them unexpectedly while I was away.

Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett March 16, 1846
How will
the love my heart
is full of for you,
let me be silent?
…my dear dearest beloved.
I give my life,
my soul into your hand – 
it is yours, ever yours…

I remember…
…how I loved to touch your face and how connected to you I felt when I did.

Robert Browning to Elizabeth Browning Nov. 17, 1845
Now, my love… My whole life is wound up and down and over you… I feel you stir everywhere.  I am not conscious of thinking or feelings but about you… so I will live, so may I die

I remember…
…how you loved that old ratty sweatshirt you wore all the time.  It was falling apart, but so soft.

Napoleon to Josephine March 14, 1796
I am less able to exist so far from you.  You are the constant object of my thoughts; I exhaust my imagination in thinking of what you are doing.  If I see you unhappy my heart is torn, and my grief grows greater.

I remember…
…just before we went to sleep, you’d put your arm around me and hold me against you. That was the safest I have ever felt.

From “The Years” by Sara Teasdale
Tonight I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me-
The years before I saw you face
Go by me with wishful grace
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears

I remember…
…you and I singing horribly off-key the first five lines of “You Are My Sunshine” together.  You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away. 

Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning August 26, 1846  
“…How I wish for two hearts to love you with, and two lives to give to you, and two souls to bear the weight worthily of all you have given to me.  But if one heart and one life will do… they are yours… I can not give them again…”