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    Love Letters in the Library

    I entered the musty library,
    Of the once great house
    With its leather upholstered chairs
    And oak panelled walls,
    Instantly feeling at home,
    So I took a seat in a chesterfield beside the fire
    And in comfort I began to read
    But my chosen reading was not
    One of the myriad of leather bound tomes
    That filled the oak shelves from floor to ceiling
    Nor a rare first edition, of which there were many,
    I had my choice of all the classics
    With their gold embossed titles
    But my selection was a collection of letters
    Neatly tied in faded red ribbons
    And as I began to read them
    They took my breath away
    For each beautifully hand written page
    Was part of a remarkable love story
    About a most extraordinary couple
    Whose depth of love was evident
    In every eloquent syllable.

    As I read on, their love affair
    Was revealed to me as a most exceptional love story
    For this lovingly devoted couple
    Who billed and cooed in copperplate
    On every scented page and shared their hearts love
    In unguarded detail, had never met
    For they had begun to write
    In the innocence of childhood
    As pen pals, for a project set by School
    It was a chore that had to be done
    But it didn’t remain burdensome
    Yet even though they had never met
    Their love was evident, in fact it was palpable
    In their intimate personnel correspondence,
    No that’s not what it was
    Correspondence did not in any form
    Convey the true meaning of their substance.
    The tangibility was in their Love letters
    That’s the only way to say it
    The flowery words of an affaire d’amour
    Echoed in the calligraphy on every page
    Each revealing billet doux
    More affectionate, romantic and intimate
    Than its passionate predecessor
    They billed and cooed on every page
    Each lovingly constructed sentence
    Heavily laced with innuendo
    And dripped with sensual longing,
    Subtle yet explicit at the same time
    Flavoured with delicious nuances
    Flirtatious and lustful
    Romantic and affectionate
    A love of such perfect purity,
    Not for its pureness of thought
    But for the absence of any hope of physicality
    For their love was star-crossed
    She was an invalid, bed ridden
    Stricken with polio as a child
    While he was a subject of an enemy state
    And because their two nations were at war
    She couldn’t go to him even if her health permitted
    And he was unable to go to her
    For fear of capture and imprisonment
    So they could never meet, would never meet
    And they were content in that fact
    For their love transcended the physical
    So they made love via their sweet missives
    A love that never faded or faltered
    In an affair lasting more than forty years
    Which only ended with his death

    The one and only public acknowledgement
    Of the lifelong love affair, was in his will
    When he expressed as his dying wish
    That her letters, which were so precious
    To him and cherished during his life
    Should be returned to his love
    So that they at least should lie together
    She was so broken hearted at the news
    That her cherished lover had left the world
    She died a week after receiving them
    And they could be united at last

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    Nice love story. I see why they could not get together, but it makes me wonder how the letters started since they never met.

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    I loved that poem! Am entirely surprised by your romantic vein.
    I hope you will post more of that kind.
    "I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
    Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row

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    That they were forced to be pen pals in school sets this up well. I can see how all that could happen now.

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