01 April 09
My darling---
March has passed, lions and lambs, and yet we are no closer to one another. I few we may never be, as I am admist the melting snow and potholes, stranded from you, my love. I hear your voice in the rustling wind, your presence at my side, yet my arms are empty and bed is cold.
My darling, it is inevitable. I cannot bear another movement without you. This ache in my hollowed chest pains me - I am a shell broke open on the unforgiving rocks of solitude.
I write this letter - this last letter - with all my heart. Forgive me my love, but it proves too much for me. Without you my strength is none, my heart is weak, my love too much. These are my last words and they are a relief to finally say:
My love, my beautiful grace, live happily even though I bid you adieu.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
With all my love that still remains,
rosivan