I 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!
You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three
hours.
Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in
return, for they set my blood on fire.
Napolean Bonaparte
Paris,
December 1795
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