You know darling every morning I seriously contemplate the few words that I would like to send to you, say to you. I so do want to make each word special, different yet the same of how I feel about you. Mostly, I confess it is to burn those words into your heart, the ones that come from the depth of mine. Never to forget --both you and I. Often I do wonder if that is at all possible, who really knows. But I know that if at all anything, or any part of us does continue on, then it is that part of us that is powered by love.
The word, expressions do not come as easy as for you, even though they are very much within me. I only posses the soul of a poet, but not the talent. You have that. Thus often the writing skills escape me! Often there are no words to express how I feel. I feel and know that at times I stifle you with the sentimental words of love. I know at times it is far too much. I am sorry about that, but I cannot control my wild, untamed heart heart. However I do hope you forgive me as each word sprouts forth from my heart because of the deep love I have for you. It is sincere, passionate and born of love.
I am rather aware that we are here on this earth but a brief time, and one day there will come the time when one of us shall leave this earthly realm--and we shall be no longer around. All that shall remain is the record of the love that our hearts whispered to us, and only one of us will be reading the words--wishing and hoping to have that one more word in the morning, yet it shall come no more. Only the memories will be present.
Thus this morning I send you the words of this beautiful poem, which on no account could I even imagine writing. Perhaps in some future time, or future place you will revisit it and think I am speaking to you.
Remember that life is very fragile, ever so fleeting and fickle, playing with our very souls. Just know that I love you. It is simple, repetitive, but ever true.
XLlll How do I love thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
With endless love forever,
Suzie
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