A Piece of Annabel Lee's Heart

Skies beheld; Lo! Its angels have fallen
There, crying, I saw my Edgar Allan,
Mourning the beautiful Annabel Lee
                                  and her lovin'

Midnight Thoughts

'You are not to cry,' said Brain, 'Crying is for the weakest of spirits, the poorest of souls, the saddest of hearts.'

'Are you not blessed? For I have loved you with a love that crossed borders, went beyond horizons and outside nations, through the darkest nights and the brightest days. I have loved you with a love that was willing to forgive all your iniquities and shortcomings...'

And that, my friends, is the very center of my soul trying to talk sense into my shallow self. La dolce vita, indeed.