Tennyson and Elizabeth Barrett Browning dont turn in ur grave..

Thou asketh a question,
If I ought live without you,
I think once about thee,
And I know i cannot.

Thou art like the morning sunshine,
Nay, thou art pleasanter..
Thou art like the evening moonshine,
Nay thou art not cold..

I see thine semblance,
Everywhere, in everything,
In the smiles of babies,
In the sea, in the sky..

For what i feel for thou,
Is just as limitless,
Boundless...
Without end..

Distance makes not
A difference,
For when thou are not,
My belovedest,
I am alone though by ur side..
And whence thou art..
That is..
My most truly beloved,
I am never alone though..
Though far apart..