Rest my adored one, my Sophia –

You went to bed so early tonight, in fact, you have slept much of the last few days because you are ill; I hate it when you are because I can do nothing about it except try to make you feel better (I am told I am not a very good nurse at times) and protect you from that which would harm you (illness is something I seem to have no power over).

As you sleep, I have come to sit on the back porch and rest and ponder the day and try to determine how I will boost your spirits tomorrow as we slowly nurture you back to your normal self. It is slightly overcast tonight, the full moon behind a haze, but not so much a real haze; difficult to explain, but it is like your eyes are some mornings when you first awaken, your eyes frosted over for just a few seconds.

Even under this frosty haze of moonlight on this cool November night, I see the one remaining yellow rose in your flower garden. I noticed it’s solitary beauty earlier today and am amazed that even in the cold of this night, even under the fogginess of the light of this moon, it is still brilliant in it’s beauty. This realization brings tears to my soul’s eyes as I think of you.

The realization that has come to my attention in fullness is that even though you are ill and have been for days, there has not been a single moment when you have failed to let me know how much you love me. There has not been one minute, even as you fell asleep with your fever, when you have when your spirit has loosened its grip upon my heart; your last words before you fell asleep tonight were, “I love you, is it ok if I go to sleep and we can talk in the morning?” you have no idea how many times you humble me before the beauty of your soul.

So sleep my precious angel, rest and be better tomorrow. Yes, we will talk tomorrow and I will listen with the ears of adoration which are due you. I will see you through the eyes of love that are totally biased to see only your beauty, your gentleness, your affection and the truth you tenderly salve upon me each day. I do not know why God found me worthy to be in your life, but I am glad he did. I suppose He knew that I would love you as few women have ever been loved and that He would bind us in His spirit always And, I suppose He knew that I would love you without change until the universe grinds to a stop one day.. Sleep my love, sleep, I love you.


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My beloved and loving Sophia -

Did you hear my heart beat last night as you lay your head on my chest to go to sleep? Did you hear it calling your name with each beat?

When you reached over to hold my hand just before sleep claimed you for the night did you feel the warmth of my soul? Did you feel it reaching for you in the middle of the night?

Just at the moment you went to sleep did you feel my kiss on your forehead and my whisper to you? A whisper to remind you, "That no other woman in the world is loved more than you are by me?"

It is cold tonight, an early winter night, and we are warmly tucked beneath what feels like 85 woolen blankets you have upon the bed. You are warmly bound in the lavender flannel gown that keeps you so warm. You are already asleep, yet I linger awake just a few minutes more. In those few minutes I feel your warmth against my side as I hold you close to me; I feel your breath upon my chest, gentle and steady in the darkness.

So many days and moments of love I recall that we have shared and I feel myself wanting to weep from the joy of knowing; of knowing that "No other man in the world is loved more than I am by you."

I know that some day the sky will fall, the sun will fail, and the stars will (one by one) blink out of existence; but at this moment it is Eternity and in this eternity there is nothing else in the universe except you and me and the love we feel for one another. Sleep well my precious darling, I love you.

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