I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
John KeatsI have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.
John KeatsYou are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
John Keats