I may just be falling for someone. I'll keep you posted on it! Ha ha, but, he's in Texas, and, I'm in South Carolina. We're not really trying the long distance relationship thing, so much as we're trying to get to know eachother better over the phone to see if we could go forward and actually be right for eachother. Anywho....he's taking an English class and has to analyze this poem. It's ironic that he got this poem to work with, considering the situation he and I have found ourselves in. But, he says he probably wouldn't have understood it before meeting me, isn't that the sweetest? Ok, I'm shutting up, now. Here's the poem. I think it's wonderful.
A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING.
by John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
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You did have a certain "glow", I guess. 
It's very nice.
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