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Love letters for her#1
Last night I had a beautiful dream. I was lost in a fog. I was wandering around, searching for something, only I didn’t know what it was exactly that I was searching for. Every face I saw was strange. Then at my darkest and lonliest moment I saw your face. You smiled at me, extended your hand and then we flew up together over the clouds and straight up towards the sun and the stars – twirling around and around — like two angels caught in a cosmic embrace. We were so happy.
Then I woke up and realized that this was no dream. I had been presented with the truth about you. Please take me up, my fiery angel, my beloved ______ (insert name of lover) Wherever you go, please take me with you. Please stay by my side and make me complete. My eyes need to see what you see, my ears hear what you hear and my soul feel what you feel…
Please tell me how you feel …
May the angels tuck you in at night
Love letters for her#2
My dearest _____,
I want you here with me, if only for one night. I live day to day thinking of you.
Why do I catch my breath whenever you speak? Every time I think of you I can feel the butterflies fluttering inside me.. My heart breaks just to be around you. I love theway you talk, and the way you smell and that gorgeous smile.
When I fall asleep I dream that you’re next to me. I dream of you running your hands through my hair, down my back, and over every part of my body. I want to feel every inch of you with my fingers. I imagine kissing you all over your body. Whispering in your ear how badly I want you. I want you to hold me and I want to hear your voice. I imagine being pressed against your chest. I would want you making me feel like part of you … and every time we touch; we would feel like we were the only two people in the world. As we lay there I would beg you to make love to me over and over.
I want you now!
Love letters for her#3
Know that wherever you are and wherever you go that you’ll always be in my thoughts. Know that I am with you always.
Each day I look at your ________(photo or online profile ) and I will meditate on strengthening our connection. Each minute that I am standing alone, standing in line or strolling by myself in the park, I will recite your name to the rythm of the beating of my heart. Your name will be my mantra and we will be tantric, even though you are far away.
Every night, when I close my eyes, I will lie down and picture your face. I will imagine your arms around me and our bodies entwined in a tight love embrace. Then I will pray to the heavens above, that every day, you recieve blessings and grace.
Although I may feel lost and alone inside, I will greet every stranger I meet with the same smile I would give to you. I will treat them with the same kindness, compassion and understanding that you taught me to recieve from you. This is one way I can maintain the memory of the magic that is you.
Know that I am with you yesterday and tomorrow and every day for the rest of your life. Whether near or far, I am with you – always.
Love letters for her#4
Do you know how much I worship and adore you? The other day my appreciation became so strong that I actually considered what I would do If I was asked to build an altar to you.
The first thing I would do is drape the altar with a silk or satin in (his or her favorite color.) Then I would place my favorite picture of you, which is the one where _________(describe your favorite picture of your lover.) I would then decorate it with _______ (name the person’s favorite flower) and sprinkle it with ______ (name the person’s favorite perfume.) I would then light a single _______candle (name your lover’s favorite kind of candle) and pray by the light of the quivering flame that our passion for each other burn forever.
I yearn for you, I burn for you and I swear I would practically sell my soul to be with you. Just name your price honey. Bur remember, my love for you is free!
With total love and devotion,
Love letters for her#5
When I talk to you, it makes my heart beat faster. It is because you are such as sexy _____ (beast or creature.) You just exude a je ne sais quois…a special sexuality. You have a quality that is like some feelings not quite describable.
You overwhelm me and I feel drunk with desire in your presence. I feel your presence everywhere. I smell your sweet scent for hours after we meet. Your words echo in my ears, and your laugh sometimes is the only thing that reminds me that you are actually human and not some sex ______ (god or goddess) sent from above to taunt me. I am not usually a lustful person, but by god, whenever I see you I feel these urges that require immediate gratification.
My desire burns as hotly for you as the sun. I am sure I will desire you for as long as the sun keeps shining the winds keep blowing, the snow keeps falling, and the flowers keep blossoming every Spring.
Famous Love Letters – Words From the Heart – Top 10 Love letters for her
“To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say and to finish without knowing what you have written.”
Nothing is quite as romantic as a love letter. Whether you’re reading words penned by famous poets, artists, or royalty from days gone by, or a note from your own cherished lover, the written word has the power to capture your heart and make your pulse race. Here are ten famous love letters, written by well-known historical figures.
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Love letters for her#6
From Ludwig von Beethoven, to his “Immortal Beloved”:
“You are suffering, my dearest creature – only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays – the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K. –
You are suffering –
Ah, wherever I am, there you are also – I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you.
What a life, thus, without you – pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither – which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it –
Humility of man towards man – it pains me – and when I consider myself in relation to the universe, what am I and what is He – whom we call the greatest – and yet – herein lies the divine in man –
I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday –
Much as you love me – I love you more –
But do not ever conceal yourself from me – good night –
As I am taking the baths I must go to bed –
Oh God – so near! so far!
Is not our love truly a heavenly structure, and also as firm as the vault of heaven?”
Love letters for her#7
From Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine:
“I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil.
Sweet incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart!
Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? …
My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!
You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours.
Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.”
Love letters for her#8
From Lord Byron to Teresa Guiccioli:
“I have read this book in your garden;–my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,–which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.
In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours–Amor mio–is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,–to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent. I wish that you had staid there, with all my heart,–or, at least, that I had never met you in your married state.
But all this is too late. I love you, and you love me,–at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events. But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you.
Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us,–but they never will, unless you wish it.”
Love letters for her#9
From Lewis Carroll to Gertrude:
“My Dearest Gertrude:
You will be sorry, and surprised, and puzzled, to hear what a queer illness I have had ever since you went. I sent for the doctor, and said, ‘Give me some medicine, for I’m tired.’ He said, ‘Nonsense and stuff! You don’t was medicine: go to bed!’ I said, ‘No; it isn’t the sort of tiredness that wants bed. I’m tired in the face.’ He looked a little grave, and said, ‘Oh, it’s your nose that’s tired: a person often talks too much when he thinks he nose a great deal.’ I said, ‘No, it isn’t the nose. Perhaps it’s the hair.’ Then he looked rather grave, and said, ‘Now I understand: you’ve been playing too many hairs on the pieanoforte.’ ‘No, indeed I haven’t!’ I said, ‘No.’ ‘Well!’ he said, ‘it puzzles me very much. Do you think that it’s in the lips?’ ‘Of course!’ I said. ‘That’s exactly what it is!’
Then he looked very grave indeed, and said, ‘I think you must have been giving too many kisses.’ ‘Well,’ I said, ‘I did give one kiss to a baby child, a little friend of mine.’ ‘Think again, ‘ he said; ‘are you sure it was only one?’ I thought again, and said, ‘Perhaps it was eleven times.’ Then the doctor said, ‘You must not give her any more till your lips are quite rested again.’ ‘But what am I to do?’ I said, ‘because you see, I owe her a hundred and eighty-two more.’ Then he looked so grave that the tears ran down his cheeks, and he said, ‘You may send them to her in a box.’ Then I remembered a little box that I once bought at Dover, and thought I would some day give it to some little girl or other. So I have packed them all in it very carefully. Tell me if they come safe or if any are lost on the way.”
Love letters for her#10
From Katherine Mansfield to John Middleton Murray:
“Jack, I shan’t hide what I feel today. I woke up with you in my breast and on my lips. Jack, I love you terribly today. The whole world is gone. There is only you. I walk about, dress, eat, write – but all the time I am breathing you. Time and again I have been on the point of telegraphing you that I am coming home as soon as Kay sends my money. It is still possible that I shall.
Jack, Jack, I want to come back, And to hear the little ducks go Quack! Quack! Quack!
Life is too short for our love even though we stayed together every moment of all the years. I cannot think of you – our life – our darling life – you, my treasure – everything about you.
No, no, no. Take me quickly into your arms. Tig is a tired girl and she is crying. I want you, I want you. Without you life is nothing. Your woman Tig.”
Love letters for her#11
From Victor Hugo to Adele Foucher:
When two souls, which have sought each other for,
however long in the throng, have finally found each other …a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are… begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
This union is love, true love, … a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.
This is the love which you inspire in me… Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.”
Love letters for her#12
From Mark Twain to Olivia Langdon:
“Out of the depths of my happy heart wells a great tide of love and prayer for this priceless treasure that is confided to my life-long keeping.
You cannot see its intangible waves as they flow towards you, darling, but in these lines you will hear, as it were, the distant beating of the surf.”
Love letters for her#13
From James Joyce to Nora Barnacle:
“It has just struck me. I came in at half past eleven. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. I could do nothing. I hear nothing but your voice. I am like a fool hearing you call me ‘Dear.’ I offended two men today by leaving them coolly. I wanted to hear your voice, not theirs.
When I am with you I leave aside my contemptuous, suspicious nature. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder. I think I will go to bed.
I have been a half-hour writing this thing. Will you write something to me? I hope you will. How am I to sign myself? I won’t sign anything at all, because I don’t know what to sign myself.”
Love letters for her#14
From Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII:
It belongs only to the august mind of a great king, to whom Nature has given a heart full of generosity towards the sex, to repay by favors so extraordinary an artless and short conversation with a girl. Inexhaustible as is the treasury of your majesty’s bounties, I pray you to consider that it cannot be sufficient to your generosity; for, if you recompense so slight a conversation by gifts so great, what will you be able to do for those who are ready to consecrate their entire obedience to your desires? How great soever may be the bounties I have received, the joy that I feel in being loved by a king whom I adore, and to whom I would with pleasure make a sacrifice of my heart, if fortune had rendered it worthy of being offered to him, will ever be infinitely greater.
The warrant of maid of honor to the queen induces me to think that your majesty has some regard for me, since it gives me means of seeing you oftener, and of assuring you by my own lips (which I shall do on the first opportunity) that I am,
Your majesty’s very obliged and very obedient servant, without any reserve,
Love letters for her#15
From King Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn:
“My Mistress and Friend,
I and my heart put ourselves in your hands, begging you to recommend us to your good grace and not to let absence lessen your affection.
For myself the pang of absence is already to great, and when I think of the increase of what I must needs suffer it would be well nigh intolerable but for my firm hope of your unchangeable affection—
Henry VIII “
Compiled by Carrie Grosvenor. Carrie is a freelance writer from Ontario, Canada, and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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