I can neither eat nor sleep for thinking of you,
my dearest love. I never even touch pudding.

By: "Lord Nelson",
admiral to Lady Hamilton, 1800

I love thee for thy fickleness
And great inconstancy,
For hadst thou been a constant lass,
Then thou hadst ne'er loved me.

By: "Anonymous",
Seventeenth century poet

Reasons for Love

Beloved, in the noisy city here,
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease
Around my spirit ...

By: James Russel Lowell,
1819-91

Devotion and Promises

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 ...

By: "John Keats", poet,
to Fanny Brawne, 1819

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you;
and with you
it would remain, were fate to exile the rest
of me from your presence for ever.

By: "Jane" to Mr. Rochester,
"Jane Eyre", By Charlotte Bronte, 1847