Famous Love Letters - John Keats

To Fanny Brawne (fiance of John Keats from December 1818 to his death in Feb of 1821)

March 1820

Sweetest Fanny,

     You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish?
     My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve.
     The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you.
     I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it?
     You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
     When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time.
     You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty.
     Have I nothing else then to love in you but that?
     Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with wings imprison itself with me?
     No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me.
     This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as joy - but I will not talk of that.
     Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me.
     My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
     I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you.
     When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.
     The anxiety shown about our Love in your last note is an immense pleasure to me; however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more: not will I any more believe you can have the least pique against me.
     Brown is gone out -- but here is Mrs Wylie -- when she is gone I shall be awake for you.
     -- Remembrances to your Mother.

Your affectionate, J. Keats