My soul, to dream of you, is lost
My eyes are blind to see you!
You are not even the reason for my living,
Because you are already my whole life!
I don't see anything like that gone mad ...
I pass in the world, my Love, to read
In the mysterious book of your being
The same story so often read!
"Everything in the world is fragile, everything passes ..."
When they tell me this, all the grace
a divine mouth speak of me!
And, looking at you, I say of tracks:
"Ah! Worlds can fly, stars die,
That you are like God: Beginning and End! ... "