[Her poor heart, twisted and crushed. And yet, she swallows it down, because she can't compromise her false identity, and cannot bear to see him unhappy.]
My dearest lord, I only but await Thy whim. Seek not to trap thyself with words. Consider first the colors, flavors, scents That move thy heart and let them be thy guide.
[She cannot help giving pause for a moment, tentatively adding,]
And yet, sweet lord, though I pause to mention Your letters I have carried faithfully. But distance may make absent hearts seem fond When in truth it causes hearts to forget. Your missives have been granted no reply. I would not have silence empty your heart.
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Date: 2015-01-11 08:45 am (UTC)My dearest lord, I only but await
Thy whim. Seek not to trap thyself with words.
Consider first the colors, flavors, scents
That move thy heart and let them be thy guide.
[She cannot help giving pause for a moment, tentatively adding,]
And yet, sweet lord, though I pause to mention
Your letters I have carried faithfully.
But distance may make absent hearts seem fond
When in truth it causes hearts to forget.
Your missives have been granted no reply.
I would not have silence empty your heart.