To see each other as much as possible and to love only,
Without deceit or detours, without shame or lie,
Without a desire deceiving us or a regret eating away at us,
To live together and give one's heart at all times.
Respecting one's thoughts as far as they go,
Making one's love a reality instead of a dream,
And breathing freely in this clarity--;
Thus Laure breathed and her lover sang.
You, whose every step touches the highest grace,
It is you, with your head in bloom, who seem carefree,
It is you who told me that one must love this way.
And it is I, an old child of doubt and blasphemy,
Who listens, thinks, and answers you this:
Yes, one lives differently, but this is how one loves.