Non-PRO English to Romanian Art/Literary

Dear and Beloved,
Here am I, and you at the Antipodes. O execrable facts, that keep our lips from kissing, though our souls are one.
What can I tell you by letter? Alas! nothing that I would tell you. The messages of the gods to each other travel not by pen and ink and indeed your bodily presence here would not make you more real: for I feel your fingers in my hair, and your cheek brushing mine. The air is full of the music of your voice; my soul and body seem no longer mine, but mingled in some strange exquisite ecstacy with yours. I feel incomplete without you.
Ever and ever yours,
OSCAR