To worship you is as natural to me as breathing.

You are heaven on earth to me." "You love me--because of that ?" "I love you," he answered, "soul and body, because you are you.

There is no other reason, heart of my heart.

When my picture of pictures is painted, then--perhaps--you will see yourself as I see you--and understand." She uttered a quick sigh, clinging to him with a hold that was almost convulsive.

"Ah, yes! To see myself with your eyes! I want that.