Forever

The divine hope that two can manage to form And that two of us share, Hope to love for a long time, to love always, to love Every day more; The eternal desire, chimerical and touching, May the lovers sigh, At the adorable moment when, while seeking, Their lips are breathing; This disappointing desire, this deceptive hope, We never spoke of it; And I suffer to see that we are afraid of it, Although he is in our souls. When I whisper you, lover questioned, A sweet answer, This is the word: - Forever! - on the lips that I have, Without pronouncing it; And although a dear echo says it in your heart, Your silence is the same, While on your breast, dying of languor, I swear I love you. What does the past matter? What does the future matter? The best thing, It's believing that she never has to finish The illusion of an hour. And when I say to you: - Forever! - do not do anything Who dispels this dream, And that more tenderly your kiss on mine Lean and extend!