filtered | Smith & Pole
I shall pack up my little valise with enough to see me by & be with you momentarily; up, heavenwards.
Less a man? Septimus, darling-mine, no. If it makes you anything, perhaps, it makes you my man, as I am your lady and your Isabel (and yes, maybe a little your tigress).
You are joy beyond dreaming, and love beyond imagining. You must always wake me, when you want me and if I sleep on, for we shall face the night terrors together.