one can never get enough Love poetry..
It seems to me, to myself, that no man
was ever before to any woman
what you are to me - the fullness
must be in proportion, you know,
to the vacancy....
and only I know what was
behind - the long wilderness
without the blossoming rose...
and the capacity for happiness,
like a black gaping hole, before
this silver flooding.
It is wonderful
that I should stand as in a
dream, and disbelieve - not you -
but my own fate?
Was ever anyone taken so suddenly
from a lampless dungeon and
placed upon the pinnacle of a
mountain; without the head
turning round and the heart
turning faint, as mine do?
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Talk about one big exhale...=D
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