Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

I don't want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.

Since we first met I have loved you with whatever I had to love you with.

I’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it - and it’s still I love you - love you - love you - my Sweetheart.

Kiss me, lover. One darling kiss.

We will have each other and we can be safe and warm.

Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.