"For myself 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 we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
(Letter from John Keats to Fanny Brawne, 1 July 1819)
I am quite certain that if a boy should ever recite John Keats's poetry to me, i shall instantly fall in love with him.
-Lily
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