My dearest precious, Love;

Thine last letter lightened my heavy heart, as well as deeply saddening it.

Thine words of love,; O dear, beautiful, one, no man is worhy to have bestowed upon him! What right , as a man of mere flesh, do I have to claim such words of passsion, love, and devototion? What right, have I?

I longed to hear thee say that thou loves me; To read thy words of passion, desiring me above all others, weakened my knees to which I had to steady my stance.

O dear, dear, love, my soul shed tears of happiness, knowing that I shall be home, within the week that comith; rushing to thine arms, embarrassing thee with such fury, we become as one, without the shedding of a single thread! Lost to all, but ourselves, entwined, embraced, never to part.

To knowst that I am welcomed in thy heart,in thy bedchamber, into thine womanhood, sharing passion that has no equal; were desires that I thought laid in my mind, never to be revealed.

Precious, wonderful love, thoust honor me! Thoust givist joy, that as a man, cannot be peaked! As a man, humbles me. I pray that I am worthy of such a gift.

My heart is saddened by the wait that I must endure, to see thee, to hold thee, to look into thine eyes to see the truth that thou hast written of.

I shall close the distance that parts us from our embraces on the next Monday that arrives. It shall seem like an eternity,

As now and forever, I shall be your humble servant; Loving thee until time itself dies.