"I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."
How deep the aching must be!
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Some aspects of the state of existence that obsess me:
immortality - there is no decay of the body
refined sense of beauty polished over centuries profound loneliness capacity for intense intimacy wisdom of many lifetimes
No final oblivion!
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