I have fallen madly in love with the poetry of John Keats.
his love letters make my heart fumble.
but it's his sonnets that hypnotize me into oblivion.
he has inspired me to start my own wildflower collection.
"Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever- or else swoon to death."