I was reading a book of poems I got at the Book Exchange recently and came across this poem by Edgar Allen Poe (whose work I rather like despite its macabre and frequent deaths of beautiful women). It's called Annabel Lee. It was apparently his last complete poem. I don't really know why but I kind of fell in love with it. It's so sad but so beautiful. In it he says "we loved with a love that was more than love", which was one of my favorite lines. After all, wouldn't we all like to be loved that way?