My love,
I'm going before you do.
I'm going before your desire dies.
Then we'd be left with affection alone,
and I know that won't be enough.
I'm going before I grow unhappy.
I go bearing the taste of out embraces,
your smell, your look, your kisses.
I go with the memory of my loveliest years,
the ones you gave me.
I kiss you now, so tenderly I'll die of it.
I have always loved you.
I have loved only you.
I'm going so you never forget me....
Mathilde
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