A LETTER OF LOVE

 My dear love Dr. Paul Gauguin,

                                              For your patience I give thanks.

          My appreciation could not be feigned,

                          My last painting of you, I crank.

   Of my disease I have suffered long ,

                 A century long but it seems.

                The loss of health seem so wrong,

                  A scream of pain I silently scream.

At this moment, I am conscious, rare.

It brings my last gifts to you I bear.

I know this is a troublesome disease,

                                       Everyone thinks me an imbecile.

                             Only you say that I will be fine and I cease,

                      But I know that I am not facile.

  Plagued with problems of your unfaithful wife,

                            I’ve never seen you truly happy, so like me.

                   I love to paint, so like you, it is my life.

         In life I search but I find myself at sea.

Only after time spent with you do I find,

                        An understanding of our same sex love.

  I love you deep, with you we are entwined,

                             Our hearts as clear and clean as doves.

           But I deeply apologize and regret,

                     With you no more can I spend my life,

                                         Forever I will be in your debt,

           Through every fiber of my being.

     I feel pain, and I know, so do you.

                  Though I know you are my love, my medico,

                                 I cannot withhold this feeling of rue.

                I love you, my darling, be bold.

        I made the best choice for us.

                      I know you will be sad,

                           But don’t panic for it is thus,

The sadness will last forever.

                                             --------------------  By  Vincent Van Gough


Message: Love comes from sadness.