Woodrow Wilson to Edith Wilson

My noble, incomparable Edith,

I do not know how to express or analyze the conflicting emotions
that have surged like a storm through my heart all night long.
I only know that first and foremost in all my thoughts has
been the glorious confirmation you gave me last night
without effort, unconsciously, as of course
of all I have ever thought of your mind and heart.

You have the greatest soul, the noblest nature, the sweetest,
most loving heart I have ever known, and my love, my reverence,
my admiration for you, you have increased in one evening as
I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate,
loving association could have increased them.

You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before;
and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a
perfect love are beyond all expression, except in some great poem which I cannot write.

Your own,
Woodrow