Despondency

My whole existence having once had you for its sole object, imperishable affection in its full harvest, yet to fulfil, what's utterly a disgrace.

The regard and esteem you lavish upon me, which i press to my heart and bow my head upon, is all I can take and all too embarrassing, using all my gratitude.

In this life, the most magnificent scene, is the one huanted in my fantasy and its pursuit leads to you. Love is the most beautiful saddness in the world.

I cannot behold you without ardor; my heart still answers to your voice, my blood in my veins to your footsteps.

-Petite Fille-