One of the reasons I've placed such an unbreakable spell on us is because we both dream - dream. Dreams that have sped the way of other dreams - Into the lap of the God of Love. Our dreams must have met there, and then come to earth again to find who had sent those thoughts so identical, so beautiful, and found what? The most wonderful person on earth and a poor, weakling lad. We met - love - then the changing of the lad, - the metamorphism - where will it end. I shall give my all to be worthy of you, dear.
Is all such love as ours first brought together in the lap of Love? Or does some of it spring from the brain of the devil?
"When poverty comes in the door, love flies out the window." V. says that this is only true when (?) or deceit (?). She's right as usual. Poverty and love may go hand in hand if he is a "gentleman" and she is a "lady."
She is a "lady" and some day I will have the (?) (or ego?) to call myself a "gentleman," then I may only be able to whisper it! God advance that day.