Letter To a Lover (Archaic)

I long to gaze upon thy quite quaint visage.

Mine days hath been spent dreaming of thy presence,

thither art many days of travel that separate us now.

I oft spendeth time pondering the day we hath met.

Like an angel thee descended upon mine world;

crossing the field of daisies, thy form silhouetted by the sun.

I know that I wilt see thee again soon,

and mine every breath hangs on that one desire.

Though soon it maybe, it doth feel like a life time hence.

until that day our lips meeteth again,

alloweth thy dreams beest filled with mine love.

From the depths of mine heart I writeth.