Love

I do love you...as the dew loves the flowers; as the birds
love the sunshine; as the wavelets love
the breeze; as memory loves old faces; as the
yearning tides love the moon; as angels love the
pure heart.

There can be no happiness greater than I enjoyed this afternoon with you, clasped in your arms, your voice mingling with mine, your eyes in mine, your heart upon my heart, our very soul welded together.  For me, there is no man on this earth but you.  The others I perceive only through your love.  I enjoy nothing without you.  You are the prism through which the sunshine, the green landscape, and life itself, appear to me...I need your kisses upon my lips, your love in my soul.

You're within me, as the social is said to be within the individual--in every thought, every word, every act.  My sweet one, I love you so passionately, and with such tenderness!  How thirsty I am to see you--I feel as though I'll faint away from happiness!  I kiss you, my love.  I'm calm, in the certain knowledge that nothing and nobody will sap our life, and nothing--no cataclysm,  no absence will wear down our love.  I so wish that in a moment I could fall asleep beside you and see your eyes all rosy with slumber, your face all tender and blurred.  I love you so intensely, my beloved.