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You must know, dear Constantinus, that I love you as much as always, and that I prefer the pleasure of living in your company above all pleasures of other company and friendship.
A pleasant letter I hold to be the pleasantest thing that this world has to give.
Dearer to me than the evening star A Packard car A Hershey bar Or a bride in her rich adorning Dearer than any of these by far Is to lie in bed in the morning
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
Sunlight of love on your lips;
& the Nightingale has fallen into silence.
My dear hands. Farewell, my poor hands.
Good day, fair maidens.
Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
Your lips are my persuasion, your love will be my cure.
Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.
I love you so much, dear.
I have learnt to love you late, Beauty at once so ancient and so new!
Au revoir, pidgeon. Sweeting is such part sorrow.
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
I think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.
How vain it seems to write, when one knows how to feel
how much more near and dear to sit beside you, talk with you, hear the tones of your voice ... Give me strength, Susie, write me of hope and love, and of hearts that endure ...
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished;
Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
Dear Lover...
you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
Alas! dear Joy, the merriest, is dead. But I have wed Peace ; and our babe, a boy, New-born, is Joy.
Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
Oh my dear! I think about you always and miss you forever.
This letter has gotten foolish, and I think you know how I detest looking like a fool. But still I do. For you.
DEAR BABY, Isn't it good to know winter is coming -
Angels, angels, always near, protecting you, my special dear!
Dear Valentine,' said the young man, 'you are too far above my love for me to dare speak of it to you, yet every time that I see you I need to tell you that I adore you, so that the echo of my own words will gently caress my heart when I am no longer with you.
My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.
Damn it, kiss me, Luce.
Dear to us are those who love us ... but dearer are those who reject us as unworthy, for they add another life; they build a heaven before us whereof we had not dreamed, and thereby supply to us new powers out of the recesses of the spirit, and urge us to new and unattempted performances.
We offer love to our customers. And in return, we receive the finest smiles. And even if we cannot return their affection, at least we can offer a rose.
Mon Amour - may we meet sweetly in thy dreams.
I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away
Henceforth an individual solace dear;
Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim
My other half: with that thy gentle hand
Seisd mine, I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelld by manly grace.
Buried deep-deep under that teenage boy exterior, you, Sebastian Hawkins, are a sweetheart.
Goodnight my darlings, I'll see you tomorrow.
TO THE LADY JESSICA-
May this place give you as much pleasure as it has given me. Please permit the room to convey a lesson we learned from the same teachers: the proximity of a desirable thing tempts one to overindulgence. On that path lies danger.
My kindest wishes,
MARGOT LADY FENRING
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
I told her you were lovely, but the truth is, you're more than lovely,
Hey Susie Derkins, is that your face, or is a 'possum stuck in your collar?
Ah gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish and deliver ye to woe, More woe, the more your taste is now of joy.
They smell your breath
Lest you have said: I love you,
They smell your heart:
These are strange times, my dear.
From the poem Strange Times, My Dear, in the PEN Anthology of Contemporary Literature
Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once ...
You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.
Dear Destiny,
Don't feel afraid to face me.
My love is as a fever, longing still.
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence.
Thank you kindly, dear Mole, for all your pains and trouble tonight, and especially for your cleverness this morning!' The
Ah, Beloved. Of all the things I must bid farewell to, you are the most difficult to lose. Forgive me that I have avoided you. Better, perhaps, that we make a space between us and become accustomed to it before fate forces that upon us.
Dear heart, love everyone and anyone. Please make me nonjudgmental.
An exquisite flower for my exquisite girl.
O dear Himalaya ... why are you so amazing, can I kiss your peak or can I just let your silence speak ... O dear Himalaya ...
This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.
So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold.
Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?
You, who reach out to me...
You move me, like no other...
I smile, not because I write...
But because you recognize my unorthodox methods and still wish to embrace me, not only on my good days but on my worst.
((Hugs)) dear reader...dearest new friends!
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. - Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!
Never was keener anguish lavished upon a thing more charming or more delicate.
A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.
So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Fairest and dearest, your wrath and anger are more heavy than I can bear; but learn that I cannot tell what you wish me to say without sinning against my honour too grievously.
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
Dear Cake,
You're AWESOME. That is all
Dear Lover...you have hands like hands, and feet like feet, and all of you is beautiful.
We love each other like brutes. Gorgeously
and twilled. Any geography is hard. The skin
ends where skin ends.
It's mapless. I want to be borrowed, to be
assembled, again. To feel a tug on the other
side of the string.
Late have I loved you, Beauty so very ancient and so ever new. Late I have loved you! You were within, but I was without.
My dear daughter,
As you will see if ever you receive this, we are alive. . . .
She is probably by this time as tired of me, as I am of her; but as she is too Polite and I am too civil to say so, our letters are still as frequent and affectionate as ever, and our Attachment as firm and sincere as when it first commenced.
To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind.
I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah! she is so constant and so kind
Sir, more than kisses,
letters mingle souls;
For, thus friends absent speak.
You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love. ...
Only for Metias do I wear this unnecessarily exquisite gown, to show without words how much I love him.
Well, sweetheart. You have been missed. You've been missed dearly.
This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me
The Noblest form of Affection
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.
This is not a letter but my arms about you for a brief moment.
There's just something about you, Bess. You're sweeter than the aroma of the blueberry muffin I devoured with you, prettier than the sun setting over the ocean back home, and tangier than the lemons you squeeze into your water.
Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler's heart, kill your darlings.
Scream for me, my flower.
Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither - these make the finest company in the world
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
Dearest I cannot loiter here
in lather like a polar bear.
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard. Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!
I'm nobody's sweetheart.
O Beloved of Hearts, I beseech only You. Have pity this day on those who turn to You. My Hope, my Rest, my Delight, this heart can love none other but You.
You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.
I put down these memorandums of my affections in honor of tenderness, in honor of all of those who have been conscripted into the brotherhood of loss ...
Love with delight discourses in my mindUpon my lady's admirable gifts ... Beyond the range of human intellect.
Dear Sweetheart, Without you my days are endless. Days seem like weeks ... Weeks feel like months ... Months like years ... Years like centuries ... Centuries like ... You get the idea.
Your humour, madam, Gives any and everyone too easy access Into your heart. You have too many lovers Besieging you - a thing I can't endure.
The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.
O love, what strange and wonderful fits: one sole thing, one beauty alone, can give me life and deprive me of wits.
... dearest, loveliest Elizabeth [ ... ] By you, I was properly humbled.
I'm enchanted by your beauty, my lady. Welcome aboard. You make a most welcome addition to our acerbic company ... a lovely-smelling one, too. (Vik)
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee!
Dear L
Fell asleep in a park. Started to rain. Woke up with my hat full of leaves. You are all I see when I open or close a book.
Yours,
M
I didn't mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.
the beautiful roses,
Dear Night! this world's defeat; The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb; The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb! Christ's progress, and His prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven cloth chime.