I crave her with everything vital in heart and brain.

She is an obsession.

The scent of her hair is in my nostrils, the cooing dove-notes of her voice murmur in my ears, I shut my eyes and feel the rose-petals of her lips on my cheek, the witchery of her movements dances before my eyes.
I cannot live without her.

Until to-day the house was desolate enough--a ghostly shell of a habitation.

Henceforward, without her my very life will be void.