And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

My world's both parts, and 'o! Both parts must die.

Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.

we give each other a smile with a future in it

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.