feel it
I stir pleasure, — exactly as begonias do, — I intimidate you… sensibly and timidly your eyes delight in all of my varieties, — instantaneously… you dreamt of this moment dozen of days, — in your absolute, you feel it my fragrance is in you, — perfectly… — how I blossom you love to watch… — but how much light and warm or water is allowed or is forbidden, — you can't yet estimate