Hakuna Matatta

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 Josephine, what a strange effect you have in my heart.
are you angry?
do i see you looking sad?
are you worried?
my soul aches for sorrow and there can no be rest for your 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 hear a love which consumes me with fire?

Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you, your portrait gives. you are living at noon; I shall see you in three hours. until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none to return, for they set my blood in fire.