When I pull out my stationery box, and look up your address in my little green book and write you a long sprawling letter about how the garden is looking now and what color I am planning to paint the bathroom and how the cat is mellowing and sitting in people's laps instead of ripping up and down the settee- do you see what I write between the lines? All letters are love letters.

“My beloved speaks
and says to me:
Arise my love, my fair one,
and come away;
. . . O my dove, . . .
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice”
|(Song of Songs 2:10,14)