Poems: Saint Valentine

This is my poem, from me to you
To keep our love fresh, make it new
Since so very few (love like we do)
Love, let me tell you, in this poem from me to you
All I have is my love
And I hope that is enough.

Plays: The Angel’s Choice: Act 1 Scene 2 con’t 2

Raphael: What did I tell you? We need not worry about her – she is one of us remember, only better. Only goodness flows through her veins – she is the key – our redemption. Think the lessons we learn from our failures, are the lessons that help us succeed, and if we are wise and heed them, then failure is just what we need.

Isolde: True – I was quite unease after her trip – she was gone for so long – I confess I have missed her, I thank thee for thy precious word, where thou didst make me see, my sinful self, my helpless soul, made whole by trusting thee.

(She takes his hand and kisses it)

Yet somehow I feel…

Raphael: You feel it is unfair what we are doing? She is unknown of who she really is – we had our reasons remember – she is our last chance – but I admit it does pain me also to see her hurting so – it truly does – but think of how alone she would feel if she knew who she was, for we cannot tell her why she is here – so she would simple feel even more abandoned than she does now – it is the lesser of two evils. We must be the arm that never tiers, when human strength gives way; a love that never fails, when earthly love decays.  If we reveal too much too soon we run the risk of pushing her away. All will be revealed in good time.

Isolde: There is truth in those words – though she seems older than I remember – so strong and determined. She has such faith that will not shrink, though pressed by many a foe that will not tremble on the brink, of any earthly woe.

Raphael: There was something in her manner earlier that worried me – but she is not without hope. Hear her?

Isolde: Did you feel it to? I do not know what it was – but when she spoke to that little girl with such conviction – I felt for that moment that it had returned. There was no mistake when she was chosen. What joy ‘twill be to hear the Gods say, ‘Rejoice my angels, well done!’ You’ve fought the battles on earth, the victor’s crown you’ve won.

Raphael: We have made our peace. The Gods power cannot be confined, to what we think is possible; so when it comes to changing lives, imagine the impossible. Thus, do not worry for tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Hope shall be restored – we will delay telling her the burden she already shoulders – for a few more seasons. Come let us tell the others of her return and the good news.

Love letters: Kalle-Anne

 Voltaire,

Your letters are imprinted upon my very soul; every word, even the placement of your lovely commas have my intent attention.

I carry them with me, even now that I have memorised it.

I must apologise for the length within which my response may soon set your mind at ease. I was only given your letters this very morning, they thought it imprudent we communicate so soon; even thinking on it gives me great casue of vexation.

How do I survive without you? I don’t. There is no living without love. There is no sleeping, there is nothing. I am glad you are able to eat, I too find such tasks mundane and distracting, given a chance I would simply sit and contemplate you.

Time is my enemy; she teases me constantly.

Be well my angel, for anything else is intolerable.

Your heart,

Kalle

Love letters: Voltaire

My Sweetest Love,

I have yet to receive your letter that shall quiet the anxiety in my chest.

How do your days go? Are you well? You must be, lest my heart shall cease its rhythm.

Sleep is utterly unattainable. Though it seems impossible I think of you even more: your face haunts me, your laughter rings in my ears, your sweet smile.

Ah, your sweet smile.

My tasks scarce distract me, I begin to wonder how I ever chose to live my life without you, it must have been a miserable existence, my mind refuses to remember, for that I am most grateful.

You, you, you my love, I would say it was a want but you are my very self, it is a need that must not be ignored.

I impatiently wait the letter that may assure me that somewhere on this earth, you live and breathe and shine as you always do.

With my all,

Voltaire 

Love Letters: Voltaire

My dearest Kalle-Anne,

I went to bed dreaming of you, I woke the same way.

My sleep was as expected uneasy; I did not have you by my side, since separating I have been unable to rest fully. I am uneasy.

My thoughts are constantly on what your every move may be; tell me what is it you do when we are parted?

I must confess: I struggle with the separation, I wander the halls, a soul in this body, I try to focus on my daily tasks, necessities such as eating take herculean efforts to complete. My only solace: time is an impatient master, it works with fury, we shall soon be reunited.

For now, my Kalle, my very self, my heart is with you

Forever

Voltaire 

Love Letters

Hello all,

I hope you enjoyed reading The Inspectors Office, it’s one of my favorite pieces.

Now I do have another play I was going to show you all: it’s about Angels and will remind you all of a certain musical production I adore: Wicked! The musical, because its a play I wrote to be performed – a big performance! But seeing as it’s almost Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d hold off for just a few days and instead post up some love letters.

With Love

Anna