I have been reading Keats poems today but actually prefer to read his letters to his lover, Fanny Brawne.
This snippet stayed with me throughout the day. So so beautiful.
….I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair.
I almost wish that we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
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