You are my heart.
To do you most honour I must
most honour the source of honour... does calling attention to my love for you
act against honour when I know that there could be no consummation until the
responsibility I've chosen is completed- that is, if ever you could
reciprocate. My affection blinds me... in part I write so that you have no
doubt of my love, which is all---- I have no model to work with with the
exception of simply having patience and knowing calmness- I would have a wife
if it be allowed, but until love engulfs the world my focus is demanded on the
reality of virtue which is my life for love…
You are me. You are my sister. I beg you please forgive any weakness for I am true and my strength does grow... and who knows what inspiration love will bring next...
in honour and in the patience to endure all calamity and in love most true,