I wake filled with thoughts of you.You portrait and the
intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left
my sences in turmoil.Sweet,incorporable 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 you heart a love which consumes me with fire?
Ah!
It was a last night that i fully realized how false an image
of you your portrait gives!
Your leaving at noon;I shall see you in three hours.
Until then,mio dolce amor,a thousand kisses;but give
me none return:for they set my blood on fire.
Napolean Bonaparte
To
Josephine
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