If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Where thou art, that is home.