Love Is Old, Love Is New...

"Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears,
And hopes, and joys, and panting miseries,
Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears
A smile of such delight,
As brilliant and as bright.
As when with ravished, aching, vassal eyes,
Lost in a soft amaze
I gaze, I gaze"

- John Keats, To Fanny