Till I loved I never lived. - Emily Dickinson

That Love is all there is
Is all we know of Love,
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind — As if my Brain had split — I tried to match it — Seam by Seam — But could not make it fit.

The Brain — is wider than the Sky — For — put them side by side — The one the other will contain
With ease — and you — beside — The Brain is deeper than the sea — For — hold them — Blue to Blue — The one the other will absorb — As sponges — Buckets — do — The Brain is just the weight of God — For — Heft them — Pound for Pound — And they will differ — if they do — As Syllable from Sound —