habitualsomething:

Stitched Love Letter by Rosalind Wyatt
Originally written by Lord Curzon, Viceroy of India, to his wife (1915)

Dearest,

I would have torn the stars from the heavens for your necklace. I would have stripped the rose-leaves for your couch from all the trees. I would have spoiled the East of its spices for your perfume, the West of all its wonders to endower you with these. I would have drained the oceans, to find the rarest pearl-drops. And melt them for your lightest thirst in ruby draughts of wine. I would have dug for gold till the East was void of treasure, that, since you had no riches, you might freely take of mine. I would have drilled the sun-beams to guide you through the day-time. I would have caged the nightingales to lull you to your rest: but love was all you asked for, in waking and in sleeping, and love I gave you, sweetheart, at my side and on my breast.

(Source: metalhearts, via beargin)