To Marie Walewska
saw no one but you, I admired no one but you, I want no one but
me at once, and assuage the impatient passion of N.
you like me, Madame? I had reason to hope you might .... Or perhaps
I was wrong.
my ardour is increasing, yours is slackening its pace.
are mining my repose!
grant a few moments' pleasure and happiness to a poor heart that
is only waiting to adore you.
it so difficult to let me have an answer? You owe me two.
are times - I am passing through one now - when hope is as heavy
can satisfy the needs of a smitten heart, which longs to throw itself
at your feet, but is held back by the weight of serious considerations,
paralysing its keenest desires?
if only you would!...
one but you can remove the obstacles that keep us apart.
friend Duroc will make it quite easy for you. Ah! come! come! You
shall have all you ask.
country will be dearer to me, once you have had pity on my poor
my sweet Marie, my first thought is of you, my first desire is to
see you again.
will come again, won't you? You promised you would.
you don't, the eagle will fly to you! I shall see you at dinner
- our friend tells me so.
want you to accept this bouquet: I want it to be a secret link,
setting up a private understanding between us in the midst of the
shall be able to share our thoughts, though all the world is looking
my hand presses my heart, you will know that I am thinking of no
one but you; and when you press your bouquet, I shall have your
me, my pretty one, and hold your bouquet tight!