1. 4 O’ Clock to Amsterdam
O' Love,
I ask that you count no fault, nor hold any grudges. May my absencebe not in
vain, but know that my heart longs for your presence.
O' Love,
How hath my days grown long, and my confidents diminished. To only accompany
your shadow would sufficetill our touch be tangible once more.
O' Love,
Hold on, though blindness has robbed my sight, your voice leads me back to your
embrace. Pray for me my love, pray that my flesh is not weak to the touch.
O' Love,
I beg of you, remember me, let not time causea rift, but let patients have its
perfect work. ForeI take no countenanceof myself, but only that which pertains
to you.
My LOVE,