September 1, 1834

But let me have this letter, 
containing nothing but your love; 
and tell me that you give me your lips, 
your hair, all that face that I have possessed, 
and tell me that we embrace - you and I!

O God, O God, when I think of it, 
my throat closes, my sight is troubled; 
my knees fail, ah, it is horrible to die, 
it is also horrible to love like this!  
What longing, what longing I have for you!  
I beg you to let me have the letter I ask.  
I am dying. Farewell.

Alfred de Musset, French Poet, 
to Amantine Aurore Dudevant, French writer.