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- Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred Douglas
- My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love.
- I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter waters sweet by the intensity of the love I bear you.
- I have had moments when I thought it would be wiser to separate.
- Ah! moments of weakness and madness!
- Now I see that that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul.
- Even covered with mud I shall praise you, from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you.
- In my solitude you will be with me.
- I am determined not to revolt but to accept every outrage through devotion to love,
- to let my body be dishonoured so long as my soul may always keep the image of you.
- From your silken hair to your delicate feet- you are perfection to me.
- Pleasure hides love from us but pain reveals it in its essence.
- O dearest of created things, if someone wounded by silence and solitude comes to you,
- dishonoured, a laughing-stock to men, oh! you can close his wounds by touching them
- and restore his soul which unhappiness had for a moment smothered.
- Nothing will be difficult for you then, and remember, it is that hope which makes me live, and that hope alone.
- What wisdom is to the philosopher, what God is to his saint, you are to me.
- To keep you in my soul, such is the goal of this pain which men call life.
- 0 my love, you whom I cherish above all things, white narcissus in an unmown field,
- think of the burden which falls to you, a burden which love alone can make light.
- But be not saddened by that, rather be happy to have filled with an immortal love
- the soul of a man who now weeps in Hell, and yet carries heaven in his heart.
- I love you, I love you, my heart is a rose which your love has brought to bloom,
- my life is a desert fanned by the delicious breeze of your breath,
- and whose cool springs are your eyes; the imprint of your little feet makes valleys of shade for me,
- the odour of your hair is like myrrh, and wherever you go, you exhale the perfumes of the cassia tree.
- Love me always, love me always.
- You have been the supreme, the perfect love of my life; there can be no other.
- I decided that it was nobler and more beautiful to stay.
- We could not have been together. I did not want to be called a coward or a deserter.
- A false name, a disguise, a hunted life, all that is not for me,
- to whom you have been revealed on that high hill where beautiful things are transfigured.
- O sweetest of all, most loved of all loves, my soul clings to your soul,
- my life is your life, and in all the worlds of pain and pleasure you are my ideal of admiration and joy.
- OSCAR
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