Report, if you have a problem with this page“ You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you. ”
John Keats
From : Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
