Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.
Places that are empty of you are empty of life.
Your eyes smile peace.
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.