“My dearest Teresa, I have read this book in your garden; - my l
“My dearest Teresa, I have read this book in your garden; - my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favorite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. …you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loves you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love. … I feel I exist here, and I fear that I shall exist hereafter, - as to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, seventeen years of age, and two out of a convent. I wish that you had stayed there, with all my heart, - or, at least, that I had never met you in your married state. But all this is too late. I love you, and you love me, - at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events. But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and the ocean divide us, - but they never will, unless you wish it. B. ” ~From Lord Byron to Countess Teresa Guiccioli, August 25, 1819 -- source link
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