My Dear Sweety,
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 love for 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 gracefulness. When you passed
my street yesterday, I was filled with as much admiration as if I had then seen
you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only loved
your Beauty. Have I nothing else than to love in you but that? Do not I see a
heart naturally furnished with wings imprison itself with me? I love you so
much.
Your’s affectionate,
Chinmay
