May 2010
3 posts
A Love Letter by Beethoven to my Samberryjam
Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my eternally beloved, now and then joyfully, then again sadly, waiting to know whether Fate will hear our prayer—To face life I must live altogether with you or never see you. Yes, I am resolved to be a wanderer abroad until I can fly to your arms and say that I have found my true home with you and enfolded in your arms can let my soul be wafted...
“All is loss that comes between us and Christ.”
– George MacDonald (via jopofosho)
