Beethoven, love letters

Though still in bed my thoughts go out to you,my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us I can live only wholly with you or not at all Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spiritsYes, unhappily