From t to T, love to Love...a journey

Dear Isabel...
Come stai?

Have i told you...
have not i?
That i
chose death...
Last night?

O dear...
That choice
So many times i made...
And
So many times
i am born...

For You dear Isabel...
For You...

reading history is knowing you too...
Blood shed and carnage...
And also love...
Knowing geography is loving you more...
For He there how in
His beauty manifest...

Plunging into the eros
Is knowing you...
As traveling
From t to T...
From love to Love...
For from eros
Comes philos...
And from philos
Comes Agape...

Dear Isabel...
loving you
Is like...
Having the biggest widest and
The most prolific journey made...
Loving you takes me to Agape...
Loving you makes me younger
Like that General Relativistic one...
Astronauts clocking younger
Coming back
From Space
To space...
From Time
To time...
In General Relativistic terms...

Only for you
i got everything...
i got a being...
A Birth...
And
An euthanasia...

No words
Can rightly proclaim
my gratitude...
As no words
Can rightly assign
Values numerical
To the Agape kind...

Probably lemniscate can...
Probably Faith can...
Probably Love can...

And nothing else...
None...

Loving you more...
Believing you more...
Living and embracing Hope more...

And giving away them more...
Sure...

Grazie...
Dear Isabel mine...
Grazie ...
Once more...
(my thanks giving to you is becoming endless...
Infinite...
And i know
You believe
In that sign...
The lying eight...
The sleeping restive one...
A recycle kind...)

-Frances.

(p.s.- take care of Cicero...ask him not to go fast on lanes while riding his Paginale...
And thinking of gifting Amadore a set of new paint brushes...
A Revell?
What do you say?
And for you
i will only be
Bringing me...)