A letter from Richard Steele to his wife, written September 1710:
Dear Prue,
I am very sleepy and tired, but could not think of closing my eyes till I had told you I am, dearest creature, your most affectionate and faithful husband,
Richard Steele
Showing posts with label love letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love letters. Show all posts
March 14, 2014
March 3, 2014
Poetry Bad, Love Good
I found this among my late father's papers. It's a poem he wrote to my mother while they were dating. He was a college student at the time.
When I behold the blueness of your eyes,
Or hear the melody of your sweet voice,
My life to be complete, I realize,
Depends upon me as your final choice.
Or hear the melody of your sweet voice,
My life to be complete, I realize,
Depends upon me as your final choice.
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