Tuesday, August 26, 2008

TU, SOLO TU, Love Email 2





Love Email, 2

Dearest Etta,

I just got off the phone with you. We only spoke a few words but that was enough to totally transport me. Now it seems I am totally verruckt gegangen, wildly elated, dreaming impossible dreams, and in dire need of that balm that only your immediate, physical presence may provide

I know of a cancion ranchera, a genre loosely translated as Cowboy Song, written by Felipe Valdez Leal in the late 1930's. The song's first stanza:

Miro como ando mujer
Por to querer
Borracho y apasionado
No mas por tu amor

Look at how I'm going around (spinning), woman
Because of your love
Drunk and impassioned
Only for your love.

It may seem small consolation, but when I recite these few lines back to myself and now, also, to you, it reminds me that I am by no means the first to experience such elation. The thought of pistol-packing caballero dizzily in love returns me the universality of my feelings for you. My love for you is another chapter in the long history of a man under the spell of woman.

There we are. All is under proper perspective, and I'm cured.

Seriously, no matter how gaga I have become over you I want to reaffirm some solemn pledges. You are always free to go your own way. I will always respect your decision. Though I may beseech, beg you to do otherwise, I will ultimately prove my true, absolute regard for you and your feelings by honoring your wishes.

So long as we are together you may expect a life free from anger, reproach, or resentment. I will always be honest with you. You may expect nothing but the truth from me, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Of course, I expect the same from you, the truth, that is.

I expect that you and I will always honor our word. As you know already no one person may promise eternal love, love forever. But regarding conduct, one person toward the next, the absolute correspondence between what we say and then what we do, that remains within the realm of human control. The giving any keeping of our word, one toward the other, is the single most important aspect of any human relationship.

If things do not work out for the best, you may believe me when I say I will absent my self from the situation. I shall utterly separate my self from you.

You may also believe me when I say I have some idea of who you are and, though I well know that nothing is easy in human relationships, I feel I have the patience and in this case the maturity to insure, and, in time increase your happiness and well being.

I will always put your life before mine. Etta, please, forgive the dramatics, but I know no other way to put it: Etta, I would die for you.

In the first days of our making the rounds, you asked me if I was always so easy going. I answered affirmatively. Please do not take me for a fool, but I find being by your side easy going indeed!

I remain yours,


TIME FLIES, Love Email 1


Love Email 1

Darling Etta,
Hello! Darling, Hello,
You left this morning. Yet it seems so long ago. I now live in the memory of our time together. I love the way you walk, the way you bustle along. I wonder how such a beauteous bottom creates so great a propulsion! I marvel at your ever-so-delicate ears, which I for the first time touched this morning of departure. I regret I had not used them to whisper the extent of my desire and devotion.

I wish I had spent sometime kissing the back of your neck. I am glad that I had told you true that no one, ever, has so rapidly laid siege and then captured my heart.

Here's some verse I recited on the way home during our second Thursday date (just as we exited the Lincoln Tunnel and wended our way toward the West Village). It’s not mine rather it belongs to Ernest Dowson

Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,

Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:

Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

[Though widely published under the title Vitae summa brevis, etc., it seems from the typography in the copy text that this poem is in fact untitled, the Latin inscription having the appearance of being an epigraph.]

I remain yours,


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