I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

Never say No when the world says Aye.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.