From Ludwig Van Beethoven
To Immortal Beloved
My Immortal Beloved,
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us--I can live only wholly with you or not at all. Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits. Yes, unhappily it must be so--You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. NO One else can ever posses my hear--never--never.
Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves,. And yet my life in Vienna is now a wretched life--Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men. At my age I need a steady, quiet life. Can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mail coach goes every day--therefore I must close at once so that consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together. Be calm. Lvoe me--today--yesterday--what tearful longings for you--you--you--my life--my all--farewell. Oh continue to love me--never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.