And that at two we share,
Hope to love for a long time, to love always, to love
Every day more;
The eternal, chimerical and touching desire,
Let the lovers sigh,
At the adorable moment when, while seeking,
Their lips breathe;
This disappointing desire, this deceptive dear hope,
We never spoke of it;
And I suffer to see that we are afraid of it,
Although it is in our souls.
When I whisper to you, lover questioned,
A gentle response,
That's the word: - Forever! - on the lips I have,
Without my pronouncing it;
And although a dear echo says it in your heart,
Your silence is the same,
While on your breast, dying to me languorously,
I swear I love you.
What does the past matter? What does the future hold?
The best thing,
It is to believe that it must never end,
The illusion of an hour.
And when I say to you: "For ever! - do not do anything
Who dispels this dream,
And that more tenderly your kiss on mine
Leans and extends!