I bathe my whole being in your beauty and your charm.

I hunger for you--to stand beside you, to listen to your voice, to dip my prison fingers into the pure cauldron of your soul and feel my own soul expand.

I wonder why it is that to-day I feel more than I ever felt before the rare splendour of your person.
I have always admired you and loved you, always heard you calling me, as if from some sacred corner of a perfect world.

Is it that yesterday's dissipation--yes, I was drunk yesternight, drunk in a new way.

I was drunk with the thought of you, the longing for you.
I picked a big handful of roses, and in my mind gave them into your hands.