Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
A man does not fight to win; it is better to fight in vain.
My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.