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Rosa Amorosa: The Love-letters of a Woman George Egerton

Rosa Amorosa: The Love-letters of a Woman

George Egerton

Published November 21st 2010
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This ebook edition has been proofed and corrected for errors and compiled to read with pleasure!***An excerpt from the INTRODUCTION:To me the gift of loving is the greatest thing I own. The fountain of life—in my house of life- the sweetest smellingMoreThis ebook edition has been proofed and corrected for errors and compiled to read with pleasure!***An excerpt from the INTRODUCTION:To me the gift of loving is the greatest thing I own. The fountain of life—in my house of life- the sweetest smelling rose in the garden of my soul- the white light burning in the sanctuary of my senses- the inner whisper of music intoning harmonies.A genius for loving is beyond all price, is beyond all dreams, all talents, all capabilities- a fountain of Jouvence, out of which the spirit rises in perennial youth, a precious euphrasy to give one the child-gaze into life and the things of living. This finer eroticism is as far removed from mere sensual gratification as the lily flower from the compost the gardener lays to its roots. To know of a well-spring of love in oneself is to be rich for all time. The true lover must ever have some quality of greatness, must risk all with no huckster eye to profit and loss, dare all and everything- must give unceasingly, unsparingly, unheedingly, prodigal of tenderness, a very spendthrift of caressing whimsies. I hate a barterer in the things of love—a love-monger. One can go bankrupt in love as in all businesses—if one makes a trade of it. Why be afraid? I believe in giving—the more one gives the more room one makes for the storing of new emotions. Love is the only factor which can negative the materialism which threatens to swamp all human efforts towards spiritual advancement. Hitherto man has been the master lover- the chronicles of womans love have been but tales of sacrifice. But I say to you, George, and to all women— you have that in you, if you are not afraid (now when man has, not seldom too generously, opened the portals of life for you) that which can regenerate the world through love again! I say, not afraid. One is never really free until one has got right inside oneself, ready to explore the dark crannies in ones soul and own up to the cul de sac- until one can turn round and round like a dog on a mat taking comfort in ones detachment, for so one can dream best, and what is more important, love best! Man can teach you nothing of love or the things of love, if you listen to the intuitive whispers in your own womans soul—you have all the mysteries there, his and your own! But remember—and it is that you are in danger of forgetting—the more absolutely unlike you remain to him, the greater your power! You have competed now in ail the academies, stormed most of the closed doors of male enterprise, held your own in all the callings of life—the one thing you havent done is learned to love better, and when all is said and done, cry as you may against it, Love is the one thing needful for you. Not so much how you are loved or who loves you, but how you yourself love and whom you love.Her letters give a year of her own life and the part her love played in it. I have only excluded a sentence here and there where names were mentioned, and matters treated of a purely private nature, and her own words must be my excuse for publishing them.—GEORGE EGERTON.