it strikes me as odd that people do not write from the heart as they use to long ago. once upon a time is not how stories begin anymore. fairy tales are something we tell our very young, and as they grow up into adolescents we tell them that there is no such thing as real fairy tales... that girls don't really get to marry a prince, or kiss the frog that turns into the handsome prince. we then grow up and lose sight of such writings and begin to read about the horrors on the daily news websites. we also no longer sit down and write letters to the people that we love. we are even known to leave messages for our significant others on facebook/twitter/blog and call that communication in the form of a message.
there was a time when you did not announce your private love and affection for your significant other in the public like we do today. it was something you might speak of to a dear friend, but you did not openly write your love for your husband/wife/other on a street wall or post it in the local newspaper. the thought that people do this now on public forums like facebook/twitter/blogs makes me roll my eyes and laugh at the childish appearance of such an act.
i guess what i am getting at is this... is your love there for the public... or for you? would you think to write your lover a long note to display your admiration for them? or is a message of "your hot and i love you!" on their facebook/twitter/blog page how you express your love. is this what our world is coming to? the loss of an art form perfected so many years ago... the love letter!
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they use to know how to write... they use to know how to love... i think maybe this is why the divorce rate is so high. people have forgotten how to show love... deep love.
they use to know how to write... they use to know how to love... i think maybe this is why the divorce rate is so high. people have forgotten how to show love... deep love.
My dearest Girl,
This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else - The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you again[s]t the unpromising morning of my Life - My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving - I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love - You note came in just here - I cannot be happier away from you - 'T is richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often "to reason against the reasons of my Love." I can do that no more - the pain would be too great - My Love is selfish - I cannot breathe without you.
This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else - The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you again[s]t the unpromising morning of my Life - My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving - I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love - You note came in just here - I cannot be happier away from you - 'T is richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet - You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often "to reason against the reasons of my Love." I can do that no more - the pain would be too great - My Love is selfish - I cannot breathe without you.
Yours for ever,
John Keats
John Keats
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