I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Nicki what a wonderful effect you have on my heart, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how beautiful an image of you your portrait gives! Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire...
Damon
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