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!