Elles.

Un matin, une dimanche.

My sunny one shines so sincere.

What a bunny day today.

Life with you was lovely.
And when I say lovely I mean doves and lilies, and velvet, and that soft pink "v" in the middle, and the way your tongue curved up to the long lingering "l".
Our life together was alliterative, and when I think of all the little things which will die, now that we cannot share them, I feel as if we were dead too.

- V. Nabokov, The real life of Sebastian Knight

There was the gentlest ecstasy in walking out together.

Mademoiselle Bovary.