good morning, on july 7th

[starryskyye]

Even in bed my ideas yearn toward you, my Immortal Beloved,
here and there, joyfully
then again, sadly,
awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us.
I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all.
Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away,
until I can fly into your arms
and call myself quite at home with you,
can send my soul enveloped by yours
into the realm of spirits -- yes,
I regret it must be.

You will get over it all the more
as you know my faithfulness to you;
never another one can own my heart, never--ever!
O Gott, why must one go away from what one loves so,
and yet, my life in W, as it is now is a miserable life.
Your love made me the Happiest and Unhappiest at the same time.
At my actual age I should need some continuity,
sameness of life--can that exist under our circumstances?

Angel, I just hear that the post goes out every day --
and must close therefore, so that you get the L. at once.
Be calm--love me--to-day--yesterday.

What longing in tears for you --
You--my Life--my All--farewell.
Oh, go on loving me -- never doubt the faithfullest heart.

of your beloved L----------.

Eternally Yours.
Eternally Mine.
Eternally Ours.

A love letter from Ludwig van Beethoven.