Ma Belle Femme Jolie
My beautiful girl...
How sweet her soft symphonies,
My love... how she makes me swoon;
when the moon was full...
and love was in her eyes
Too tender her delicate embraces,
as I if to meld her soul in mine;
her sweet laughter...
how she adores my every glance,
time would stand still...
on an autumn night, how red her lips,
to kiss...softly, and to expect nothing more,
than her wondrous love...
My soul sings her name for an age eternal,
I hath given myself to her she-beauty;
my Queen! My Lady to none other than I...
my pledge a thousand glories over;
life is always sweet in her flower for me
An envy of the world I am ---
that she be only mine...
when her world is dark,
she shines my light;
love shall be our lamp to smite the monsters;
and the shadows, no more lonely do they look,
(for she is always there)
And beauty hath adorned her name...
(Ma Belle Femme Jolie)
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