The missing all prevented me
From missing minor things.
If nothing larger than a World's
Departure from a hinge-
Or Sun's extinction, be observed-
'Twas not so large that I
Could lift my forehead from my work
For curiosity.
- Missing You Poem
by Emily Dickinson
Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God's residence is next to min,
His furniture is love.
- Emily Dickinson
ROMANTIC
