John Keats is known to have one love in his life, Fanny Brawne. His love letters to her are some of the most famous known to man. None of her letters to him are known to have survived. When he writes her he calls his love selfish and talks of how he his absorbed by her. He also writes how he isn’t sure of her feelings. He wrote her “I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days-three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” This man was so in love, way in over his head. He puts so much meaning into just one sentence. I wish people still talked like that today. Still expressed their feelings for one another with passion. You can tell he really loves her with everything he has. He spends so much time in the way he writes to her. The way he chooses the words he uses to describe her. She had to have felt so special and loved, no one could deny that. Even if he was a complete jerk I’m sure she looked over it to be written about in such a way. He was truly a romantic poet. It’s a shame none of her letters back were ever found. To be able to read between them would be such a gift and delight. I've really enjoyed reading his letters, i learned something from them.
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