My dear, you come suddenly, and suddenly too you leave; I hear, I do not see. Yet I do see inwardly, and inwardly I embrace you even as you flee from me – in body but not in faithfulness. For just as I have been sure, so am I now, and so will I always be That I am cherished in your heart, and you in mind. May passing time Never persuade me or you of anything else. If you can visit me, it will be enough to see my dear one. But at other times, write me, write me anything; I have known your sorrows And reflect on them with grief; grief is the world's province. The things you consider bright and happy flee all the faster into clouds And sad shadows. Like a bird that hovers above the world, Now climbing, now fallilng, so is the wheel of the world in its turning.
--- I just Love this Letter so it goes to you Dig Jungle