My Dear Beloved,
I have been so tearful this morning, not so much as how badly my date went last night [I’m getting used to the disasters by now]; but the disappointments merely highlight how no-one comes close to you, in fact the gap is so wide it is a great abyss into which all the unsuitables fall.
And of course that leads me to miss you even more, and the tears are merely me mourning our life together. It wasn’t conventional by any means, and the pious would have it tainted as immoral; but the fact remains that I was happy and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.
I miss you so much my Love, I miss how you found me perfect and loved me unconditionally. I miss your tender touch, the adoring look in your eyes as though I was the most beautiful woman on earth. I miss your breathless strawberry kisses that led to sacred love making, joining us as one.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;-
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee-
With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:-
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling – my darling – my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea-
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe