This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

When we relate to our bodies as having soul, we attend to their beauty, their poetry and their expressiveness. Our very habit of treating the body as a machine, whose muscles are like pulleys and its organs engines, forces its poetry underground, so that we experience the body as an instrument and see its poetics only in illness.

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

A soul mate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communication and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace. This kind of relationship is so important to the soul that many have said there is nothing more precious in life.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.