I’m an unabashed romantic, and I’m writing this because very few people nowadays will openly admit to being romantic, as they think it makes them “uncool.” I don’t like how many relationships revolve around text speak like “ur hot, i miss u lotz.” Once upon a time, the equivalent would have been: “To my glorious Adonis-like love, whose presence I yearn for most profoundly with every fiber of my being.”
While I do send and receive text messages to my heart’s desire, I still make the effort of sending old fashioned handwritten letters to him as well. Last night, for example, I wrote a love letter to my fiance, just because. It’s great to share your innermost feelings about a person to them, using line after line of romantic verse and imagery.
In Shakespeare’s Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark writes to his beloved Ophelia:
“Doubt thou the stars are made of fire,
Doubt that the Sun doth move,
Doubt Truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.”
Here’s another from the 19th Century:
To Robert Browning:
And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me – my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything….
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)
Such swoon-worthy sentiments should still be aroused in lovers’ breasts and present in their communications to each other.
