LOVE LETTER: IN YOUR EYES ..I SEE YOUR FUTURE

In Your Eyes..i see your future.

The function of the poet is to exhibit the human soul,
by being in love with an equally passionate heart;
Inspired words flowing from the heart...
To share ones heart felt love and
to bring back the romance in poetry
the way it's meant to be

All my life I have waited for you Now I finally know I am whole Before we met how did I ever survive? No more will my life be empty and alone

You're where I belong Your love has made me strong My feelings grow with each day It's your love that lights my way

You hold me close Your kisses taste so sweet No longer does my heart want to flee My soul now dances with glee

You came from out of nowhere And landed at my feet I am so lucky that we did meet And you found a place within my heart

The strength of your arms Keep me safe from harm In my heart there is finally a song All because of you You're Where I Belong.

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives





ou fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.
When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with wings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as joy - but I will not talk of that. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses. The anxiety shown about our Love in your last note is an immense pleasure to me; however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more: not will