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What’s love if it is not expressed? That’s the questions people have asked throughout history. The best way to answer this question is to write a love letter and then dedicate it to the special person in your life. Writing love letters is one of the many ways, and a very popular one, to express your love for your sweetheart. Every love-struck soul thinks about creating some Great Love Letters for their beloved.

Some people became famous only when the world discovered the great love letters they had written for their beloved. Those beautiful and heart-touching letters inspire us to create something of that sort. If you are really keen on doing something special for your partner that will last even when you are not there, go through these Love Letters by great people and try putting pen to paper.

Love Letters by Great People

(This letter was written by Jack London to Anna Strunsky)

Dear Anna

Did I say that the humans might be filed in categories? Well, and if I did, let me qualify -- not all humans. You elude me. I cannot place you, cannot grasp you.

I may boast that of nine out of ten, under given circumstances, I can forecast their action; that of nine out of ten, by their word or action, I may feel the pulse of their hearts.

But of the tenth I despair. It is beyond me. You are that tenth.

Were ever two souls, with dumb lips, more incongruously matched! We may feel in common -- surely, we oftimes do -- and when we do not feel in common, yet do we understand; and yet we have no common tongue.

Spoken words do not come to us. We are unintelligible. God must laugh at the mummery.

The one gleam of sanity through it all is that we are both large temperamentally, large enough to often understand.

True, we often understand but in vague glimmering ways, by dim perceptions, like ghosts, which, while we doubt, haunt us with their truth. And still, I, for one, dare not believe; for you are that tenth which I may not forecast.

Am I unintelligible now? I do not know. I imagine so. I cannot find the common tongue.
Large temperamentally -- that is it. It is the one thing that brings us at all in touch. We have, flashed through us, you and I, each a bit of universal, and so we draw together. And yet we are so different.

I smile at you when you grow enthusiastic? It is a forgivable smile -- nay, almost an envious smile. I have lived twenty-five years of repression. I learned not to be enthusiastic. It is a hard lesson to forget.

I begin to forget, but it is so little. At the best, before I die, I cannot hope to forget all or most. I can exult, now that I am learning, in little things, in other things; but of my things, and secret things doubly mine, I cannot, I cannot.

Do I make myself intelligible?
Do you hear my voice?
I fear not.
There are poseurs. I am the most successful of them all.

(Letter on Love by Lord Byron to Teresa Guiccioli)

My dearest Teresa,

I have read this book in your garden;--my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it.
It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine.

You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,--which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.

In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours--Amor mio--is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,--to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent. I wish that you had staid there, with all my heart,--or, at least, that I had never met you in your married state.

But all this is too late. I love you, and you love me,--at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events.
But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you.

Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us,--but they never will, unless you wish it.


When I think of all the small things that you do for me my heart is filled with joy intense. You can banish my moody blues in an instant and make my heart start singing joyous songs, and I know for sure that it is only you who can do this for me. I love you, this is something that emanates from the depth of my being, I have never wanted anything more in my life than to be able to spend happy days with you and I know that now that I have you I will never ever let you go.

My Love,

I can't even begin to tell you how much love I feel for you. It is difficult to measure something that is immeasurable, for I can only tell you that you are the most precious thing that life has given to me. I want you to be mine and stay with me forever, for only you can make me feel complete. Without your love I would feel lost and confused and I know now for sure that no one else can mean to me as much as you do. I love you with all my heart.

My Beloved,

If I was ever asked to stop loving you, it would be like asking someone to stop breathing. Your love is unlike anything I've ever known. I want to be yours forever and want you to be mine forever for you are the only one who can make me feel this way. You are the answer to every prayer of mine and just when I had given up almost all hope you were brought to me. Our love is here to stay and I just want to tell you, how blessed I feel to have you by my side.

My Dear,

I wake up every morning with a smile on my face, for I know that I have you by my side. You have given me comfort and security, the kind that I have been craving all my life. For when your arms wrap around me at night, I feel this sense of calm washing over me. I feel like I am right where I truly belong and that feeling is something unparalleled. I don't need to proclaim the fact that I love you, for you know as well as I do that nothing else can matter as much as you do to me. I love you, I always have and always will.

My Love,

I have never met anyone like you, for you truly are one of a kind. The care and compassion that you exhibit is something that is rare in this world and nothing makes me more proud than the fact that you are mine. I love the way you take care of everything, be it the smallest of things and all that you do so effortlessly, that it makes me look at you in wonder and amazement. You are my love and my life, and I am so glad that I found you. You are everything that I could have desired in a partner and much more.

July 6, 1806

My angel, my all, my very self -- only a few words today and at that with your pencil -- not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon -- what a useless waste of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks -- can our love endure except through sacrifices -- except through not demanding everything -- can you change it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine? Oh, God! look out into the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be -- love demands everything and that very justly -- that it is with me so far as you are concerned, and you with me. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I! Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other; moreover, I cannot communicate to you the observations I have made during the last few days touching my own life -- if our hearts were always close together I would make none of the kind. My heart is full of many things to say to you - Ah! -- there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all -- cheer up -- remain my true, only treasure, my all as I am yours; the gods must send us the rest that which shall be best for us.

John Keats to Fanny Browne, 1819

My dearest Girl,

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else – The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you again[s]t the unpromising morning of my Life – My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorbed me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving – I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love – You note came in just here – I cannot be happier away from you – ‘T is richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shuddered at it – I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravished me away by a Power I cannot resist: and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavoured often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more – the pain would be too great – My Love is selfish – I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever

John Keats

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