Valentine letter from L. B. Crout to Mary Runyon
Title: Valentine letter from L. B. Crout to Mary Runyon
My most adorable Mary:
Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who hath a wounded heart? He who, enchained in loves golden ties, now lays at your feet a faithful and devoted heart, for your acceptance. He to whom, your smiles have ever been the sunshine of joy, and your frowns the thunder clouds of sadness. Oh let me hope, that I may find favor in your eyes, and that your heart softened by the miserys [sic] of a devoted lover, may respond to mine, in accents of pure and lasting love. Tis sweet to love when we are conscious that the object of our adoration is not insensible of the fervor of that love or meager of its return, but to love and receive in return no evidences of sympathy is more than human nature can bear and might well cause angels to weep.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets
But as truly loves on to the class;
As the sunflower turns to its god as he sits
The same look that he turned when he rose.
May your path be bright & your peace as a flowing river. May heaven bestow happiness upon you more graciously than is usually allotted to mortals and as a herald of better hopes in the future bestow upon me one sick boon. Receive me as thy valentine.
L. G. Crout
Format: greeting card