This Love Letter Between Two Medieval Nuns Is The Purest Thing You’ll Ever Read

A user on Twitter posted a love letter between two nuns in medieval Europe and people are loving it.

Erik Wade (@erik_kaars), a Doctoral professor at the University of Bonn in Bonn, Germany, originally posted the letter, writing that he taught his students the letter in a class. According to Wade, the letter is written from one twelfth century nun to another.

It was originally published in the second edition of Peter Dronke’s book, Medieval Latin and the Rise of the European Love-Lyric, published in 1968. Dronke is one of the 20th century’s leading scholars on medieval Latin lyric poetry. He was born in Cologne in 1934 and ultimately retired from his academic career in 2001.

Read the full letter below:

To C –, sweeter than honey or honeycomb, B — sends all the love there is to her love. You who are unique and special, why do you make delay so long, so far away? Why do you want your only one to die, who as you know, loves you with soul and body, who sighs for you at every hour, at every moment, like a hungry little bird.

Since I’ve had to be without your sweetest presence, I have not wished to hear or see any other human being, but as the turtle-dove, having lost its mate, perches forever on its little dried up branch, so I lament endlessly till I shall enjoy your trust again. I look about and do not find my lover — she does not comfort me even with a single word. Indeed when I reflect on the loveliness of your most joyful speech and aspect, I am utterly depressed, for I find nothing now that I could compare with your love, sweet beyond honey and honeycomb, compared with which the brightness of gold and silver is tarnished.

What more?

In you is all gentleness, all perfection, so my spirit languishes perpetually by your absence. You are devoid of the gall of any faithlessness, you are sweeter than milk and honey, you are peerless among thousands, I love you more than any. You alone are my love and longing, you the sweet cooling of my mind, no joy for me anywhere without you. All that was delightful with you is wearisome and heavy without you.

So I truly do want to tell you, if I could buy your life for the price of mine, [I’d do it] instantly, for you are the only woman I have chosen according to my heart.

Therefore I beseech God that bitter death may not come to me before I enjoy the dearly desired sight of you again.

Farewell. Have of me all the faith and love there is. Accept the writing I send, and with it my constant mind.

Isn’t this the most romantic thing you’ve ever read?