Ever thine, Ever mine, Ever ours!

Last day at the library I ‘discovered’ love – a whole corner section of it :). It was past beyond the horror book shelves around a small corner where none usually would think of finding it. I have passed it many times, but never thought about checking the corner thinking that was the place where they stored all those authors none has  ever heard of.  But there I was, my pupils almost dilated, between stalks of  love stories, love poems, sonnets, even books of compiled love letters – all written by the immortal lovers of all times.

Intrigued, I pulled out a book from a rack and opened a page randomly. It was a letter  from Ludwig Van Beethovan to an unidentified immortal beloved which dated all the way back to the 1800’s.

Good morning, on 7 July

Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. I can only live either together with you or not at all. Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away, until I can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home with you, can send my soul enveloped by yours into the realm of spirits – yes, I regret, it must be. You will get over it all the more as you know my faithfulness to you; never another one can own my heart, never  never! O God, why must one go away from what one loves so, and yet my life in W ,as it is now is a miserable life. Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time. At my actual age I should need some continuity, sameness of life . Can that exist under our circumstances? Angel, I just hear that the post goes out every day  and must close therefore, so that you get the L. at once. Be calm , love me  today , yesterday.

What longing in tears for you , You – my Life ,my All – farewell! Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

Ever thine.
Ever mine.
Ever ours.

I forgot to close the book and keep it back. I guess I just stood there frozen for sometime until I snapped out of my trance when someone walked past me in that corner – the almost none ever goto zone.

Ever thine, Ever mine, Ever ours!




(Courtesy to all the above lines from the letter belongs to the book which unfortunately I have forgotten the name. I had just took a snapshot of it while I was there. May be I should just say courtesy to google, well then! 🙂



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