By Elizabeth Cardoso e_cardoso@yahoo.com
Date: 6 April 1998

Tonight

A letter that I wrote to my future husband while he is in Texas and I am in British Columbia.

My Dearest Paul,
My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems
to be outside myself as well.  I love you...I love you.  I am 
surprised to see how much my life is yours!  With what 
rapidity it rushes towards your heart.  Could I see you
without passion, or be absent from you without pain?  Your
tender faithfulness has been a rock of security and
comfort.  You have intensified all colours, heightened all 
beauty, deepened all delight.  Now in the quiet of the 
evening and in the warmth of the bed a drugged and 
dreamy feeling steals over me and I am with you once 
more.  Lying here I love to think of you near me, your
arms encompassing me, my head buried in your shoulder, 
catching the rhythm of your breathing and living for a few 
exquisite moments as one being.  My heart overflows with 
emotion and joy!  It is as if I had never loved, but now I 
realize that I never did.  And now, love, you with the warm 
heart and loving eyes, whose picture I kiss every night
and whose lips I so often kiss in my dreams, whose love 
enriches me so completely.  What will happen when you 
actually have your arms around me an I look into those 
very dear brown eyes and we stand free...spontaneous 
combustion!!!  I miss you so much. I dream of the day I will 
be yours.  I love you Paul.
Yours,
Liz.