<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Confession</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love you - I love you, e'en as I<br>Rage at myself for this obsession,<br>And as I make my shamed confession,<br>Despairing at your feet I lie.<br>I know, I know - It ill becomes me,<br>I am too old, time to be wise ... <br>But how? ... This love - it overcomes me,<br>A sickness this in passion's guise.<br>When you are near I'm filled with sadness,<br>When far, I yawn, for life's a bore.<br>I must pour out this love, this madness,<br>There's nothing that I long for more! <br>When your shirts rustle, when, my angel,<br>Your girlish voice I hear, when your<br>Light step sounds in the parlour - strangely,<br>I turn confused, perturbed, unsure.<br>Your frown - and I'm in pain, I languish;<br>You smile - and joy defeats distress; <br>My one reward for a day's anguish<br>Comes when your, pale hand, love, I kiss.<br>When you sit, bent over your sewing,<br>Your eyes cast down and fine curls blowing.<br>About your face, with tenderness<br>I like childlike watch, my heart o'erflowing <br>With love, in my gaze a caress.<br>Shall I my jealousy and yearning<br>Describe, my bitterness and woe<br>When by yourself on some bleak morning<br>Off on a distant walk you go,<br>Or with another spend the evening <br>And, with him near, the piano play,<br>Or for Opochka leave, or, grieving<br>Weep and in silence, pass the day?<br>Alina! Pray relent have mercy!<br>I dare not ask for love - with all<br>My many sins, both great and small, <br>I am perhaps of love unworthy!<br>But if feigned love, if you would<br>Pretend, you'd easily deceive me,<br>For happily would I, believe me,<br>Deceive myself if but I could!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Sergeyevich+Pushkin">Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341137" data-title="Confession de Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin" data-description="I love you - I love you, e'en as I Rage at myself for this obsession, And as I make my shamed confession, Despairing at your feet I lie. I know, I know - It ill becomes me, I am too old, time to be wise ... But how? ... This love - it overcomes m..."></div> </div> </div>

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