O! How you look at me at times! Can Heaven
be more sublime, more beautiful than this gift from your eyes?
I at times imagine, that first ancient man who felt the promise
of Heaven, he too must surely have been in love as I love you.
My dear, sweet, precious love, please, look at me again with
that depth, that beauty, of your soul. I so need this exquisite
part of you. Such strength. Such courage. Such gentleness in
your heart and soul. You are my Heaven. My eternity. Your proximity
is my abode. My inspiration dwells in you. My breath is you.
My hope, my dream, my desire, my passion. Is You.