Lord George Gordon Byron

Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;

un;
A sister whom he loved, but saw her not

Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;

Brighten up — remain my true and only treasure, my all, as I to you.

— as you too love — yet I love you stronger —

Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time.

At my actual age I should need some continuity, sameness of life — can that exist under our circumstances?