People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him. - Emily Brontë

I'm happiest when most away

I can bear my soul from its home of clay

On a windy night when the moon is bright

And the eye can wander through worlds of light — When I am not and none beside — Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky — But only spirit wandering wide

Through infinite immensity.

In secret pleasure — secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away

Nunca le declaré abiertamente mi amor, pero si las miradas hablan, el más tonto habría podido advertir que me tenía trastornado el juicio.