my dearest jane,
if this were not a letter…
my love… there are things… with my tongue…
i could express… without the use of words!
i know that cause… we speak the same tongue!
and you are smiling now…my dear…
and i am pleased…
i am on my way to you…
please meet me at the
christ church college…tom gate.
you remember where we first met…
where you told me you fell in love
with me… and i felt my heart leave
my chest into your gentle hands…
i will be making port at poole harbour
on the night of the eighth of june…
the year of our lord…
seventeen hundred and fifty…
i will make my way to you from poole…
by any means made possible to me…
horse, carriage, or by foote…
please… check daily from the eleventh of june on…
i will arrive to you, my jane…
our hearts have been apart too long, my love…
i will tell you all about the colonies…
we will have plenty of time since …
i am returning home to stay with you…
never shall i leave england again without you…
i love you my jane…my future… my life….
your daniel…
