Ever Thine

(You will forgive a romantic indulgence upon my typist's return from a beautiful family wedding, and a 60th Wedding Anniversary party for her parents. Oh let's face it by now, dear readers, you've come to expect romantic indulgences from me.)

She dresses for the evening thinking of her beloved.

"He is mine." she muses brushing her hair recalling the letter the post delivered just today. "As I am his."
His

Good morning~
Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my eternally beloved, now and then joyfully, then again sadly, waiting to know whether Fate will hear our prayer--To face life I must live altogether with you or never see you. Yes, I am resolved to be a wanderer abroad until I can fly to your arms and say that I have found my true home with you and enfolded in your arms can let my soul be wafted to the realm on blessed spirits--alas, unfortunately it must be so--You will become composed, the more so as you know that I am faithful to you; no other woman can ever possess my heart--never--never--Oh God, why must one be separated from her who is so dear. Yet my life in V[ienna] at present is a miserable life--Your love has made me both the happiest and the unhappiest of mortals--At my age I now need stability and regularity in my life--can this coexist with our relationship?--Angel, I have just heard that the post goes every day--and therefore I must close, so that you may receive the letter immediately--Be calm; for only by calmly considering our lives can we achieve our purpose to live together--Be calm--love me--Today--yesterday--what tearful longing for you--for you--you--my life--my all--all good wishes to you--Oh, do continue to love me--never misjudge your lover's most faithful heart.

ever yours
ever mine
ever ours

And finally ready for the evening......."Soon, my beloved, dearest friend.......ever yours."

The words of Ludwig van Beethoven