A thing of beauty is a joy for ever, its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness,

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever - or else swoon to death

I am in love with a dead poet from the 1800's. John Keats, your words amaze me and inspire me. I am very much looking forward to watching Bright Star, the movie based around you and your life, tonight. That basically sums up my feelings. Much love, B x