Victorian love letters

From my first intake of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets From the Portuguese, I think that we may have similar attitudes toward love. Only she seems to have found love while I have not.

Yet.

Maybe.

Anyway, they're beautiful sonnets. And sorry Shakespeare, but I like her's better than your psychotically passionate and aching sonnets. Maybe it's because we're both woman. I seem to be connecting to woman authors and poets more and more these days.

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I left my blog momentarily to do some research on Elizabeth Barrett Browning... more specifically about her letters to Robert Browning and their courtship. I found a book of their letters on Project Gutenberg and have been reading it for the past 45 minutes. Can I geek out and say that their letters are so cute and adorable??

Example:

"Dear Miss Barrett, -- I seem to find of a sudden -- surely I knew before -- anyhow, I do find now, that with the octaves on octaves of quite new golden strings you enlarged the compass of my life's harp with, there is added, too, such a tragic chord, that which you touched, so gently, in the beginning of your letter I got this morning" - Robert Browning, March 1, 1845

"Every word you write goes to my heart and lives there: let us live so, and die so, if God will. I trust many years hence to begin telling you what I feel now;--that the beam of the life will have reached you! -- meantime it is here. Let me kiss your forehead, my sweetest, dearest." - Robert Browning, December 15, 1845

I swear I was born in the wrong era sometimes. A great deal of my brain would fit into the Victorian Era quite well.