BR TO CONSTANCE MALLESON, 6 NOV. 1918
BRACERS 19384. AL. McMaster
Edited by S. Turcon. Reviewed by K. Blackwell

<London>
6 November 1918. Studio1^, 2

My dearest Darling

Only one word, to say I love you — You have such heavenly ways of love — you bring joy into all the parched places — I care for you very deeply — You are so lovely and so tender — and when there is joy in you the whole world is filled with light. I am slowly learning to love you in the way you want to be loved — I shall improve with time and not want to be a gaoler. — You have been making me wonderfully happy these days: the life of work interwoven with the wonder of your gentle love is realizing itself. Bless you, my Heart’s Comrade3 —

Reverence for youth, worship of beauty, and intense love of what is full of life, all come into my love for you — and all my heart pours itself out in thanks to you  because you fill my life with colour and delight when but for you I should be dry and parched and infinitely weary. Often I wish I could bring more light-heartedness into my love for you, but I cannot: I love you with too much intensity, too poignantly, too much against the sombre background of the tragedy of human existence. Light and darkness heighten each other, as one may sometimes see a sunlit tree against a thunder-cloud. My dear heart’s Life, you are the very well-spring of life within me, my happiness, my hope, and my strength.

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  [document] Document 200374.

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  [envelope]Cherub

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  Heart’s Comrade For use of this term, see BRACERS 19145, n.12.