Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us ...Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits ...
No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves ...
Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men ...
My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once ...
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
Ever thine,
Ever mine,
Ever ours.
... The Immortal Beloved Letters,
Ludwig van Beethoven
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