L.V.Bethoven

to the immortal beloved...
good morning,
though still in bed my thougth go to you, my immortal beloved,
now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn wheter or not fate will hear us. i can live wholly with you or not at all- yes,i am resolve to wander so long away from you until i can fly to your arms and say that i am really at home, send my soul enwrapped in you in the land of spirit.- yes, un happily it must be so_ you will be the more resolved since you know my fidelity- yo you, no one can ever possess my heart- none- never...
ever thine, ever mine, ever for each other...