For 30 years TS Eliot wrote Emily of his undying love
He could not dismiss her from his universe
He didn’t even try
Instead he wrote her for he had no other choice
Trying to unburden himself
Giving what they had a voice
She had turned him down initially
So he married someone else
He was never unfaithful
(Unless you count his ardor)
But he was compelled to stay in touch
To hold her close to his heart
For she was ever in his thoughts
Always in his poetry
A part of his life
And so it is, fifty years on those letters are revealed
Words of love that bear repeating
Words that live and breathe