Clara,
I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your presence and the intoxicating time we spent together just two days past have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet incomparable Clara, what an effect you have had upon my heart!
My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your admirer; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from our lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! It was last night that I fully realised how false an image of you my memories keep!
Clara, dearest Clara. I know not when I will see you next. Until then, my sweetest flower, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.
Brannigan Law