She is the sum of nature's universe. To her perfection all of beauty tends. — Dante Alighieri

In that book which is

My memory...

On the first page

That is the chapter when

I first met you

Appear the words...

Here begins a new life.

Love hath so long possessed me for his own

And made his lordship so familiar.

Love and the gracious heart are a single thing...

one can no more be without the other

than the reasoning mind without its reason.