The Ultimate Inspiration

Damiatrix Joined: 21 Aug 2006 Posts: 589

Love, to me, will always be that which evokes the highest form of inspiration. If one is unaware, one definition of the word "inspire" comes from the Latin root "inspirare," which means "to breath." Therefore, love to me will always be the breath in my lungs--that which sustains my life force.

I admire those who are capable of expressing this complicated and delicate feeling, for it is the expression of this feeling which makes our species unique (as far as we know). To tell someone as clearly as possible the very feeling which beats in your chest is a risk beyond all others in this world. Indeed, the simple feeling of love does not compare. Only by it's expression do we risk loss, pain, and ridicule, however the feeling itself is honorable and worth living for.

The words below are worthy of respect. For once, I will make them larger than my own, because I am merely conveying the words. And what words they are!! People simply do not talk like this anymore. Whatever you do, do not ever give up on love, for while this precious feeling can lead to pain, it is the only risked expression that can also lead to greatest of blisses.~~Maia

Friday 8 p.m.

If only I were a clever woman, I could describe to you my gorgeous bird, how you unite in yourself the beauties of form, plumage, and song!

I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the simple truth. But to put all this into suitable words, my superb one, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that which is bestowed upon my species - for I am the humble owl that you mocked at only lately, therefore, it cannot be.

I will not tell you to what degree you are dazzling and to the birds of sweet song who, as you know, are none the less beautiful and appreciative.

I am content to delegate to them the duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the right of loving; this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter far to the heart.

I love you, I love you. my Victor; I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.

I recognise you in all the beauty that surrounds me in form, in colour, in perfume, in harmonious sound: all of these mean you to me. You are superior to all. I see and admire - you are all!

You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.

Juliette

Juliette Drouet, French actress, to Victor Hugo, French writer, some time in 1835. She wrote passionate and lyrical love letters to Hugo for over 50 years.

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Damiatrix Joined: 21 Aug 2006 Posts: 589

Once again, moved tonight with thoughts of romantic love, I found this wonderful love letter. This time written by a man...and again, such loving words. And once again, they are larger than mine because they are far more beautiful. Why has this art form...the love of words...gone out of style? I can not imagine that life is happier now without these magnificent sentiments spoken in sincerity. One can feel the honesty here...the words exude their truth.~~Maia

February 10, 1867

...and now, love, you with the warm heart and loving eyes, whose picture I kissed last night and whose lips I so often kiss in my dreams, whose love enriches me so bountifully with all pleasant memories and sweet anticipations, whose encircling arms shield me from so much evil and harm, whose caresses are so dear and so longed for awake and in slumber, making my heart beat faster, my flesh tremble and my brain giddy with delight, - whose feet I kiss and whose knees I embrace as a devotee kisses and embraces those of his idol, - my darling whose home is in my arms and whose resting place my bosom, who first came to them as a frightened bird but now loves to linger there till long after the midnight chimes have uttered their warning, - my life, with your generous soul, my heart's keeper and my true lover, - Good night: a good night and a fair one to thy sleeping eyes and wearied limb, the precursor of many bright, beautiful mornings when my kisses shall waken thee and my love shall greet thee.

Lyman

Lyman Hodge, an American merchant to Mary Granger, his fiancee.

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