To the Immortal Beloved,
Good morning. Though still in bed my thoughts go out
to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully,
then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will
hear us. I can live wholly with you or not at all - yes,
I am resolved to wander so long away from you until
I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home,
send my soul enwrapped in you in the land of spirits.
Yes, unhappily it must be so, you will be the more
resolved since you know my fidelity to you, no one
can ever again possess my heart- none-never- Oh, God!
why is it necessary to part from one whom one so
loves and yet my life in W. (Vienna) is now a wretched
life, your love makes me at once the happiest and the
unhappiest of men at my age, I need a steady, quiet
life, can that be under our condition? My angel, I have
just been told that the mail coach goes every day and
I must close at once so that you may receive the L.
at once. Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our
existence can we achieve our purpose to live together,
be calm, love me, today, yesterday, what tearful
longings for you, you, you, my life, my all, farewell,
Oh continue to love me, never misjuge the most faithful
heart of your beloved L.
ever thine
ever mine
ever for each other.
Ludwig Van Beethoven