I do love you - past all compass and description. I love you to oppressiveness - I, who have never before felt more than a pleasant passing fancy for any woman I have ever seen. No, it is my general way of looking. I think it arises from my feeling sometimes an agonizing pity for myself that I ever was born. Yet I know that we shall not love like this always.
Nothing can ensure the continuance of love.
It will evaporate like a spirit, and so I feel full of fears. But I do not think I shall be the one who wearies first. I shall ruin you. It is foolish of you to meet me like this. Kiss me, and go away forever.