Just perfect!

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

Leo Tolstoy




To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red, red roses by the wall, the snow of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love.

Williston Fish, "A Last Will," 1898