When I wake up in the morning, I am thinking of you. When I go to sleep at night, I am thinking of you. And all those hours in between, I think of us.
I won’t waste the minutes given to me just to be with you, and the thousands of hours that I would spend afterwards thinking about you.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.
Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.