

Ah, my dear! And I am not thinking now of “passion”. I saw you – I loved you so – loved your body with such tenderness. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little – talking. Last night, there was a moment before you got into bed. “Tig, I’ve only got 3 handkerchiefs.” Why should that memory be so sweet to me? … When you opened your suitcase, I saw your old Feltie & a French book and a comb all higgledy-piggedly. You always do that with a bun or roll or a piece of bread – It is your way – your head a little on one side the while … When you came to tea this afternoon you took a brioche broke it in half & padded the inside doughy bit with two fingers. You are all about me – I seem to breathe you – hear you – feel you in me and of me … You know I have not – and where else shall I leave a love letter? For I long to write you a love letter tonight. Here are five of our personal favourites – we’ve even managed to dig up a few by women … : Katherine Mansfield to John Middleton Murryĭo not imagine, because you find these lines in your private book that I have been trespassing. But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met.”īut the greatest love letter ever written? I’m sorry, Beagle Street and your 1,000 surveyees, but no. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit.


We know what the other wants without asking.

Their list - entirely composed, incidentally, of letters by men, to women - is topped by Johnny Cash’s note to his wife, June Carter, on her 65th birthday. J ust in time for Valentine’s Day, life insurance company Beagle Street has polled 1,000 people to find the “greatest love letters ever written”.
