First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write,
And ever since it grew more clean and white,
Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O, list,”
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here plainer to my sight, 
Than that first kiss…
from First time he kissed me by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Grateful for the small yet sacred declarations of love…