Letters from Lt Colin Douglas Simper to Mrs Irene Simper Wallet 1, Part 4

Personal

Mrs C D Simper

Belair Rd Estate

C/o Blackwood P.O.

South Aust

Sep 6

SX21753

S/t  C D Simper

HQ Coy 43 Aust Inf

Bn Aust

Darling wife & daughter,

darling wife how are

you? I am writing again tonight to

you, and I'm unable to answer any 

letters, and as I feel in the mood, as

I term it, here come the loving letter

I promised you, it will take a fair

while to write cause I never seem to be

able to put on paper exactly what I 

feel in my heart, if I tend to broaden

it or shall we say, write with heavy

feeling overlook it and know that I

am happy as happiness goes while I'm

separate from you, happiness with me,

and I suppose with every other man

up here that has tasted love as I

have, it's like this, I am well fed or

my tummy is full (at present I have

just had a shower, I've done all my

washing, I feel as fit as a fiddle,

and Jeff is here beside me also writing

so you see happiness of material things

is as happy as I am tonight, but

deep in my heart there is a different kind

of happiness, a different feeling a gladness

one that is stronger like a large tree

with bark falling from the outside for 

inside there is a solid surface that

grows deep into the heart of the tree,

the heart may be hollow, but it's what

it's made of that counts.

My love for you darling is buried there

deep & warm, strong, it will live on

forever no matter what happens to

the body surrounding it, no matter how

much my shoulders should droop, or

my eyes to dim, always deep within me

warm and strong that love will beat

and live, living darling for you or for

your memory.

I may be out down limb by limb but

the heart of the tree lives forever.

Perhaps I should explain what your

nearness can do to me, firstly your

voice, you might, and like props

hundreds of others, you might think that

you have an ordinary voice, you have

to them, but to me every syllable you

utter every sigh whisper or wish I wait

on with a feeling of contentment, as

a man might hear the soft tunes of 

the violin or a piano at its best,

even when you speak in anger, and raise

your voice above the din, even then

I wait on every word laughing silently

at your anger and the way you choose

your words, and when your voice sinks to

a husky whisper, words of love, as you say

them whispering contentment a sigh and

I am in another world.

If I mention a word and you try to mimic

me, the unique way you screw your face,

darling tonight as never before I see you

your darling face, you precious voice,

and then darling too most of all your touch

Yes will I remember it and there are

times when I screw up my face and

consentrate strongly, I can feel you.

People have often asked whether transmissions

can be made through touch, time and

time again I have proved that it can

be done. How many times have I sat

alongside you, your hand in mine,

supposedly occupied in the pictures, the talk

going on round us but every now & then

shooting one to the other electrical messages

of love estacy in a touch and we

darling we have captured it with the magic

of our love - 

When I think of your arms slowly running

along my shoulders under my arms,

Slowly enticing entwining me ever stronger

clasping me to your breast, your lovely

head thrown back looking at me, lips

facinating, inviting, darling these thoughts,

they force themselves on me, every time I

start thinking of you, they crowd forward,

you until I am fighting them back

striving to push them aside, yet revelling

in their memory, and in you, your

passionate loveliness, the magic of your

touch, Though I may stress this point

strongh richly I cannot stress it too

strongly for it is real, darling wife, real

I know that you are only responding to

to something that is brought out in me

something that is vitally alive within us

when we are near each other

Often I have strived to picture myself, with

you in my arms, contented and restful,

loving each other through the medium of

our thoughts and our touch, living for

the minutes knowing that we should

settle down to sleep yet unwilling to

break, unwilling to loose the precious

warmth of our bodies its fever of estacy

and fulfillment.

Someday, soon perhaps, we will love

again as before love again and live

contented, restfully happy, living for each

other loving, just us, and our baby,

woven in the unseen chain of ours and

of God's love.

What joy will be ours, what serene and

stridout peace will steal over our

bodies as we creep into our bed, knowing

that our baby is sleeping restful and

quietly in her little cot, the day for

her ended, the day for us just starting

for then, our dreams begin to build, we

plan we dream for our little baby, we

are in love with each other and our baby

and we are happy.

My mind, once again my dreams slip

away to a little cot in a little bedroom

that is ours to a darling baby our dream

come true my love and you,

Together as we stand, you in your silken

nightdress, me in my blue pyjamas, a

long and loose pair of slippers on my

feet, my arm around your waist, together

we gaze at our baby, darling little eyes

closed, little form moving slowly in

restful even breathing, unaware of the years

ahead of her living because you my

darling wife, with God's care have made

her for me, living for us to train to

love,