Good Morning, on July 7

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and the joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us-I can live only wholly with you or not at all-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-Yes, unhappily it must be so-You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart-never-never-Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life-Your love at once makes me the happiest and the unhappiest of men-At my age I need steady, quiet life-can that be so in our connection? 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 clam, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together-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

(Beethoven)