All I can say seems useless- and all I could say might be no less unavailing. Yet, I still cling to the wreck of my hopes before they sink forever.
I am in love with you. I have been thus since the first time you said my name. For those dear lips, upon uttering the very first letter of my name, shot through my heart, and through my bleeding vitals, delicious poison, and an avoidless but yet a charming ruin.
Ever since we last spoke, I hear nothing but your voice. I even stopped listening to everything people say to me. I want to hear your voice, not theirs. When I am with you I leave my sarcastic, contemptuous nature. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder.
I can't help loving you more than is good for me, in you I have a measure for every woman, for everyone... My life seems like a dessert fanned by the delicious breeze of your breath and it's cool spring are your eyes.
Some lines I read the other day are continually ringing a peal in my ears:
„To see those eyes I prize above mi