If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

W.H. Auden

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.