This letter was one of the letters written by Ludwig von Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved. Scholars have determined that the letter was written in 1812 despite Beethoven’s neglect in placing a year on the letter. The identity of the intended recipient is debatable and unclear. What is known is that she was likely someone that was to be forbidden to him, possibly due to marriage. Regardless, his love for her is clear.

Each word was written by my hand.

Dimensions: 30W x 1.5D x 70H in.

Frame constructed from glass

Silver finish

Rectangular shaped mirror

Beveled edges Leaning & standing floor design

The letter:

7 July

Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you,

my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully,

then again sadly, awaiting from Fate,

whether it will listen to us. I can only live,

either altogether with you or not at all. Yes,

I have determined to wander about for so

long far away, until I can fly into your arms

and call myself quite at home with you, can

send my soul enveloped by yours into the

realm of spirits – yes, I regret, it must be.

You will get over it all the more as you know

my faithfulness to you; never another one

can own my heart, never – never!

O God, why must one go away from what one loves so, and yet my life in W. as it is

now is a miserable life. Your love made me

the happiest and unhappiest at the same time.

At my actual age I should need some continuity,

sameness of life – can that exist under our circumstances?

Angel, I just hear that the

post goes out every day – and must close

therefore, so that you get the L. at once.

Be calm – love me – today – yesterday. What longing in tears for you –

You – my Life – my All – farewell.

Oh, go on loving me – never doubt the

faithfullest heart of your beloved

Ludwig von Beethoven

Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.