On Writing Love Letters

Love letters are not something that many folks are good at. Not like the good ole’ boys of yore. Although, it’s all in how you define “love letters.” A love letter doesn’t have to be all flowery and 7 pages long in cursive on aged paper. It can be on a napkin, a scratch piece of paper, or even an email.

But if you need some guidelines, the following are some of my favorites.  A prime example is John Keats letter to Fanny Brawne in July 1819-

My Sweetest Girl,

Your letter gave me more delight than anything in the world but yourself could do; indeed, I am almost astonished that any absent one should have the luxurious power over my senses which I feel. Even when I am not thinking of you, I perceive your tenderness and a tenderer nature stealing upon me.

There is nothing sappy about that, my friends. That is just good old-fashioned lovin’.

Too much for you, though? Mark Twain offers a bit more “rational” type of love letter to his wife, Livy-

Livy darling,

Six years have gone by since I made my first great success in life and won you, and thirty years have passed since Providence made preparation for that happy success by sending you into the world…You are dearer to me to-day, my child, than you were upon the last anniversary of this birth-day, you were dearer then than you were a year before-you have grown more and more dear from the first of those anniversaries, and I do not doubt that this precious progression will continue on to the end.

Let us look forward to the coming anniversaries, with their age and their gray hairs without fear and without depression, trusting and believing that the love we bear each other will be sufficient to make them blessed.

But who could resist Robert Browning’s sweet words to his Elizabeth?

…Words can never tell you…how perfectly dear you are to me-perfectly dear to my heart and soul, I look back and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence-you have been entirely perfect to me. I would not change one word, one look. My hope and aim are to preserve this love, not to fall from it-for which I trust to God…You have given me the highest, completest proof of love that ever one human being gave another. I am all gratitude-and all pride…that my life has been crowned by you.

I am literally swooning as I type.

Old Ludwig van Beethoven may be my favorite though. His love seems to have been a secret, if not from the woman he loved, from all of their friends and family. His letters scream melancholy and sadness, but gee-golly-whiz, are they romantic.

Angel, I just hear that the post goes out every day-and must close therefore, so that you get the L. at once. Be calm-love me-today-yesterday.

What longing in tears for you-You-my Life-my All-farewell. Oh, go on loving me-never doubt the faith-fullest heart

Of your beloved


Ever thine.

Ever mine.

Ever ours.

My love letters-if I wrote them-would probably be a little less flowery. And maybe-if I was to write one-go like this-

You know. I don’t have to say it. That way, you don’t have to say it back. But I am crazy about you. You make every day better, even when you don’t. Our routines and traditions have made life richer and I am grateful for you.

And then I would probably steal some lines from songs and movies and a few of the letters up above;

Words could never express how perfectly dear you are to me. I like to be with me when I’m with you. It’s like putting on my favorite pair of shoes. You’re a novel in a sea of magazines.

Let us look forward to the coming anniversaries, with their age and their gray hairs– even though you’re already waaaaaayyy ahead of me in that department-without fear and without depression, trusting and believing that the love we bear each other will be sufficient to make them blessed.

Love me. That’s all I ask. And never doubt the faith-fullest heart.


Ever mine.

Ever thine.

Ever ours.

I probably wouldn’t write a love letter. But if I did, that might be what I would say.

Are you writing a love letter today? Tell me about it!