Nurmohammad Iddris

“Thou art a dreaming thing,
A fever of thyself.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“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.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne