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 mail-coach 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.
The Immortal Beloved Letters, Ludwig van Beethoven
Simple words but so beautifully penned. I can’t imagine a man being so deeply in love. Fictional was it? Maybe or maybe not. Maybe true love as such did exist at one time, maybe it still does and yet it seems so surreal.
Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours. Yes, that captures my heart. I am in love with a man dead and gone and yet immortal through his letters. I’ve realised, you don’t have to be a fan of classic literature. Pieces like these are enthralling enough most often.
Expressing the way you feel on paper, and not just any paper, one that creates history is beautiful. Being an artist is beautiful. Expressing yourself not just by saying it out loud but by creating a masterpiece for many more to relate to, is beautiful.
Deep down, I wish for a romantic like Beethoven to be walking down some street at this hour thinking of the woman of his dreams. I wish for a man who could write his heart out and not regret a word and while at it, mean it with every beat of his heart.
If only I were that lucky to find him in a million!
Poets, artists they’re all so beautiful.