Jane Heap |
Dear Heart - my own -
Your little letter sounded just like Tommy's little bird that was so glad for the sunshine, that he broke his little heart singing. After all wasn't he a foolish little bird - who was the sunshine made for if not for him? My dear dear Tiny Heart, why shouldn't you have all the love that Hattie and I can give you? And don't get frightened over the little we can express - Think of the vast unsaid. I have always felt that I was a good lover; but since I have loved you