My hours and days are empty, I want you always by my side." The love of him swept her away.

Her head had fallen back, she saw his face through the mist.
"Go on, go on," she begged.
"I want you as I have wanted nothing else in life--not only for my own sake, for yours.

I want to chase all those lines of sorrow away from your face." "My poor, tired face," she faltered.
"Tired ?" he repeated.

"It's the most beautiful face on earth." The smile which suddenly transformed her quivering mouth made it indeed seem so.
"You are so foolish, dear, but go on," she pleaded.
"I want to see you grow younger and lighter-hearted.

I want you to realise day by day that something beautiful is stealing into your life.