Found today via the Writer's Almanac, in honor of their wedding date. Hark! Need I say that I applaud Mr. Browning's generous application of the mighty, mighty em dash?
Words can never tell you, however, — form them, transform them anyway, — how perfectly dear you are to me — perfectly dear to my heart and soul.
I look back, and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence — you have been entirely perfect to me — I would not change one word, one look.