To her I loved most, and her who hurt me most.
A., my love, my lost love, is ever in my thoughts. Her name rings and sings in the most secret recesses of my head. Were we together, O, the thought itself too much to bear!, would earth a paradise forever be. Did a man ever a woman so much love, so much that his power and his strength of soul pierced hers. Destined by fate and chance to separate and meet a fate so miraculous. In the heavens they sing sweet songs of their union and dance in joy. A beauteous encounter of strength, perseverance and love. For no two lovers yet existed who will sacrifice so much, seek so desperately, achieve such greatness.
Love is a mysterious force. A destiny and a blessing. Never a curse, and always a lesson.
O gods and immortals all, may the universe continue forever, may the birds still sing thousands of years hence, of all the stories and adventures of man, of lovers lost and regained, of tragedy and heartbreak, comedy and love’s lulling lake. The Book of Life is filled, page to page, of glory and testing. Of the Abrahams and Isaacs, who, through faith and testimony, through fire and fury, persevered to the end, lambs and lions, heroes all!
Though we may never meet again, though we are at each other’s bitter throats, A. may you live and love, may you grow stronger, and always push forward. For the world will admire your strength. Go in peace, and live with your deserved wreaths.