Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same....Emily Brontë

Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
....Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be....Robert Browning

After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world....Douglas William Jerrold 

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