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I already love in you your beauty,
but I am only beginning to
Love in you that which is eternal
and ever precious --your heart, your soul.

Beauty one could get to know and
fall in love with in one hour
and cease to love it as speedily;
but the soul one must learn to know.

Believe me, nothing on earth
is given without labour,
even love,
the most beautiful and natural of feelings.

Count Leo Tolstoi to his fiancee (1856) & How I feel about you......

John Keats to Fanny Brawne


~October 13, 1819~

My Dearest Girl

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else. The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my Life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again---my Life seems to stop there---I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving---I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love...Your note came in just here. I cannot be happier away from you. Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion---I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more---I could be martyr'd for my Religion---Love is my religion---I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often "to reason against the reasons of my Love." I can do that no more---the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever John Keats


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