“What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by—
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection?
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale.
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon.
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Fostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive.”
One can always tell the color of a person’s soul through their writing, pity my lover hates reading. He will never know the color of mine.
I Love Shakespeare’s work and to date the above is my favorite quote. This morning it reminded me of my love. I miss my Silvia