Verona, July 17, 1796
I write you, me beloved one, very often, and you write very little. You are wicked and naughty, very naughty, as much as you are fickle. It is unfaithful so to deceive a poor husband, a tender lover! Ought he to lose all his enjoyments because he is so far away, borne down with toil, fatigue, and hardship? Without his Josephine, without the assurance of her love, what is left him upon earth? What can he do?
We had yesterday a very bloody affair; the enemy has lost many men, and has been completely beaten. We have taken the whole country around Mantua.
Adieu, adorable Josephine; one of these nights your door will open with a great noise; as a jealous person, and you will find me on your arms.
A thousand loving kisses.
BONAPARTE
seems when a lover is away from his love his passion and desire for being with his love rises with thousand more folds.
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Nepolean love letter # 2
Marmirolo, July 17, 1796
I have received your letter, my adorable friend. It has filled my heart with joy. I am grateful to you for the trouble you have taken to send me the news. I hope that you are better today. I am sure that you have recovered. I earnestly desire that you should ride on horseback: it cannot fail to benefit you.
Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, your affectionate solicitude. The charms of the incomparable Josephine kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. When, free from all solicitude, all harassing care, shall I be able to pass all my time with you, having only to love you, and to think only of the happiness of so saying, and of proving it to you? I will send you your horse, but I hope you will soon join me. I thought that I loved you months ago, but since my separation from you I feel that I love you a thousand fold more. Each day since I knew you, have I adored you yet more and more. This proved the maxim of Bruyere, that "love comes all of a sudden," to be false. Everything in nature has its own course, and different degrees of growth.
Ah! I entreat you to permit me to see some of your faults. Be less beautiful, less gracious, less affectionate, less good, especially be not over-anxious, and never weep. Your tears rob me of reason, and inflame my blood. Believe me it is not in my power to have a single thought which is not of thee, or a wish I could not reveal to thee.
Seek repose. Quickly re-establish your health. Come and join me, that at least, before death, we may be able to say, "We were many days happy." A thousand kisses, and one even to Fortuna, notwithstanding his spitefulness.
BONAPARTE
even after living miles away Josephine was in his mind and soul. Her aura completely captured his mind. he wanted live with her before death could separate them forever...
I have received your letter, my adorable friend. It has filled my heart with joy. I am grateful to you for the trouble you have taken to send me the news. I hope that you are better today. I am sure that you have recovered. I earnestly desire that you should ride on horseback: it cannot fail to benefit you.
Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, your affectionate solicitude. The charms of the incomparable Josephine kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. When, free from all solicitude, all harassing care, shall I be able to pass all my time with you, having only to love you, and to think only of the happiness of so saying, and of proving it to you? I will send you your horse, but I hope you will soon join me. I thought that I loved you months ago, but since my separation from you I feel that I love you a thousand fold more. Each day since I knew you, have I adored you yet more and more. This proved the maxim of Bruyere, that "love comes all of a sudden," to be false. Everything in nature has its own course, and different degrees of growth.
Ah! I entreat you to permit me to see some of your faults. Be less beautiful, less gracious, less affectionate, less good, especially be not over-anxious, and never weep. Your tears rob me of reason, and inflame my blood. Believe me it is not in my power to have a single thought which is not of thee, or a wish I could not reveal to thee.
Seek repose. Quickly re-establish your health. Come and join me, that at least, before death, we may be able to say, "We were many days happy." A thousand kisses, and one even to Fortuna, notwithstanding his spitefulness.
BONAPARTE
even after living miles away Josephine was in his mind and soul. Her aura completely captured his mind. he wanted live with her before death could separate them forever...
Monday, 26 July 2010
Napoleon Bonaparte's love letters
Love most undefined emotion, so I picked it as my flavor of writing this season. Yes it’s all going to be Love, Love and only Love here. With so many true lovers in this world I will share few of the most romantic love letters with you all from the past and the present and to make all of us feel how love exist around us. To begin with I am here attaching “Nepolean’s” love letters to Josephine. When he was mile away during wars but his love for Josephine remained anchored to his heart. It is believed that he wrote about 75000 letter before and after their marriage. His tender loving and emotional letters can articulate that even being such a leader in battle ground and military mind he was prolific letter writer and a passionate lover.
Days after Napoleon and Josephine were married. Napoleon left to command the French army near Italy. Throughout the following months, he begged her to join him in Milan for their honeymoon. This letter is one from the series.
April 1796:
I have your letters of the 16th and 21st. There are many days when you don’t write. What do you do, then? No, my darling, I am not jealous, but sometimes worried. Come soon; I warn you, if you delay, you will find me ill. Fatigue and your absence are too much.
Your letters are the joy of my days, and my days of happiness are not many. Junot is bringing twenty-two flags to Paris.
You must come back with him, you understand? — hopeless sorrow, inconsolable misery, sadness without end, if I am so unhappy as to see him return alone. Adorable friend, he will see you, he will breathe in your temple; perhaps you will even grant him the unique and perfect favor of kissing your cheek, and I shall be alone and far, far away. But you are coming, aren’t you? You are going to be here beside me, in my arms, on my breast, on my mouth? Take wing and come, come!
A kiss on your heart, and one much lower down, much lower!
Bonaparte
Days after Napoleon and Josephine were married. Napoleon left to command the French army near Italy. Throughout the following months, he begged her to join him in Milan for their honeymoon. This letter is one from the series.
April 1796:
I have your letters of the 16th and 21st. There are many days when you don’t write. What do you do, then? No, my darling, I am not jealous, but sometimes worried. Come soon; I warn you, if you delay, you will find me ill. Fatigue and your absence are too much.
Your letters are the joy of my days, and my days of happiness are not many. Junot is bringing twenty-two flags to Paris.
You must come back with him, you understand? — hopeless sorrow, inconsolable misery, sadness without end, if I am so unhappy as to see him return alone. Adorable friend, he will see you, he will breathe in your temple; perhaps you will even grant him the unique and perfect favor of kissing your cheek, and I shall be alone and far, far away. But you are coming, aren’t you? You are going to be here beside me, in my arms, on my breast, on my mouth? Take wing and come, come!
A kiss on your heart, and one much lower down, much lower!
Bonaparte
Saturday, 24 July 2010
LOVE...
How does it feel to be in love? Does it give the same feeling like buying ice creams with friends in the recess, or reading mills n boons in teens hiding from mom, or like buying pink bag and green shoes spending all pocket money just to save fashionista in college. It was so wonderful. We all grew up reading fairy tales cinderella, snow white, sleeping beauty and so many, it made us feel so real and holy, that we imagined it to be true, that we almost imagined ourselves in that white gown waiting for prince riding his horse, his cape flying and a shining silver sword. But as we grew up the idea of a perfect love story faded and now that we became so practical in our lives that we precisely do not believe in those stuffs. But, why? Why we have stopped imaging ourselves in fairy tales like we did before. As I believe there are exceptional, your story may be like fairy tale! And if you have one then do share it with all of us.
Waiting
With love
Deepika…
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