Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne

Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys. – John Donne
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign. – John Donne
The sun seems fascinated to get closer to this paradise landscape, and keeps dropping half inch by half inch in the west. Tenderly he flies to his lover, the Ocean, who twists in delight with his imminent arrival. “Patience, my love,” the Sun whispers in long golden rays. “Soon I am yours.” – Edmond Manning, King Perry