Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.

So mothers have God's license to be missed.

For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.

Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.