Percy Bysshe Shelley
Soul meets soul on lover's lips.
I am someone else when I'm with you, someone more like myself.
Love is the universal thirst for a communion not merely of the senses, but of our whole nature.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
All love is sweet, given or returned.
I arise from dreams of thee in the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.