Love? I will tell thee what it is to love!
It is to build with human thoughts
a shrine,
Where Hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove;
Where Time seems young, and Life a thing divine.
All tastes, all pleasures, all desires combine
To consecrate this sanctuary of bliss.
Above, the stars in cloudless beauty shine;
Around, the streams their flower margins kiss;
And if there's heaven on earth, that heaven is surely this...
Thank you, Charles Swain [1801-1874]
"Marriage, you don't know the meaning of the word!"
"Ha, it's not a word, it's a sentence!"