Message - 929

Wake filled with thoughts of you.

your portrait and the intoxicating evening which

we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil.

sweet, incomparable josephine, what a strange

effect you have on my heart! are you angry?

do i see you looking sad? are you worried?...

my soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest

for you lover; but is there still more

in store for me when, yielding to the profound

feelings which overwhelm me,

i draw from your lips, from your heart a love

which consumes me with fire? ah!

it was last night that i fully realized how

false an image of you your portrait gives!