Letter 2

22/6/1925 - letter 2

Dear Blanche - my love, my one, my only,

When I look at you I see everything. You're the most beautiful being I've ever seen, an angel. Your pearl white dress, flowing hair and deep soulful eyes which made it clear that you were different from the moment I saw all those years ago. Then I heard your tuneful voice and smelt your scent of newly budded roses. You were and are, as is expected from an angel, perfection - in every sense of the word. Until I met you I didn't believe perfection to be even close to possible.

Everyday you're there, right next to me, and you're mine. What miracle did I perform to deserve this? to deserve you? I'm not sure about "meant to be" or any of that which I hear and read about, but I know how I feel about you now and that's all that matters. As for now the sky is shining sapphire, the grass pure emerald, as for the sun - it's the hope I have when i look at you - burning brighter and ever brighter.

Henry David Thorear once wrote: "There is no remedy for love, but to love more" and I feel that this is what I shall have to do to you sweetheart, because there is nothing else I could do, for I am a child in comparison with your fine self.

Your sincerely,

The one that loves you x