i'm writing this letter on a day that finds me not close to you in nearness or reality. if you were here feeble words  of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water or a sunrise newly born each day .i know that Shakespeare must have written the words ''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and i totally agree.