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I received a chocolate bar for Easter, and inside this is what I found… My mother is a hopeless romantic…

from Sonnets From the Portuguese: Sonnet 12

Indeed this very love which is my boast, 

And which, when rising up from [chest] to brow, 

Doth crown me with a ruby large enow

To draw men’s eyes and prove the inner cost,–

This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost, 

I should not love withal, unless that thou

Hadst set me an example, shown me how,

When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,

And love called love.  And thus, I cannot speak

Of love even, as a good thing of my own:

thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and ewak,

And placed it by thee on a golden throne,–

And that I love (O Soul, we must be meek!)

Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning