Erich Maria Remarque. Black Obelisk (№ 179577)

I love you, Isabella, - I say. - Love is much stronger than I thought. - My love is like the wind: he came up, and I think that it is just a light breeze, but the heart suddenly bent under him, like a willow in a storm. I love you, heart of my heart, the only island of silence among the General confusion; I love you for what you feel when you flower needs moisture and when the time tired, like Nagashima the day the hound; I love you, and love pouring out of me, just the open gate, where lurked unseen the garden, I still do not quite understand it and marvel at it, and I'm a little ashamed of my solemn words, but they than my will with the thunder pulled out and given a resounding echo; someone tells me someone I don't know, maybe it's a third-rate author of melodrama or my heart, already do not know fear.