Ice and Fire

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by ...

Hi Susie Q,

I really like you. You make my insides feel funny, but in a good way. Like a hot fudge sundae on a cold day. You wouldn't think that would feel so good, but it does.

I know it's early, but will you be my Valentine? I'll even give...

The first time I saw you, the world stopped. There was no sound, no action. Only you, only me, only us.

When the world started up again, it was a better place. Brighter colors, hidden meanings made clear, endless possibilities.

And it has b...

To steal your glance over the tops of the heads of the nameless many. To judge he exact tenor of your glance. To move in tandem among a mid-morning rush. To gather in a well all senses. To take inventory of each, precious and piqued. To force, wit...

July 6, 1806

My angel, my all, my very self -- only a few words today and at that with your pencil -- not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon -- what a useless waste of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks ...