Now that I know you are mine, I have some one whom I can deluge with it.

Do you know, John, I believe that when God made me He collected together the requisite portions of reason, imagination, and will,--there was a great plenty of will, John,--and all the other ingredients that go to make a human being.

But after He had gotten them all together there was still a great space left to be filled, and He just threw in an immensity of love with which to complete me.
Therefore, John, am I not in true proportion.

There is too much love in me, and it wells up at times and overflows my heart.

How thankful I should be that I may pour it upon you and that it will not be wasted.