Grissom's love letter for Sara

Sara,
Our parting was awkward. I don’t know why I find it so difficult to express my feelings to you.
Even though we’re far apart, I can see you as vividly as if you were here with me.
I said I’ll miss you, and I do.
As Shakespeare more ably wrote my sentiment in sonnet 47,
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.