Letter III

My lover and friend,

I and my heart put ourselves in your hands, begging you to have them suitors for your good favour, and that your affection for them should not grow any less through our absence from one another. My heart aches to knot with your heart strings. My soul yearns to be one with you. I fear I cannot wait any longer. This impatience will drive me mad. My body yearns like my soul to become one with you. I lay awake every night with images of our bodies entwining under the secret of night. The shadows play across your skin with the moon as our only light. Do you yearn as I yearn? Do you ache as I ache? Not for another, but for me? Solely for me. I wait urgently for the day when I will be the only person you long for. Will my day ever come? I pray to God with all my heart every night to be your only love.

Written with the hand of her that was, is, and shall be yours by her will.
Your servant and friend.