I scribbled some simple words on the paper
So I can easily tell you that I love you
Like the wind of spring that sows
Love is hardly complicated
Except the lovers who imagine too much
Bore like some dumb ducks
And talk like some bacchanalian crows
Who use or abuse too many words.
I have a few simple words that upset me
I really want to externalize myself
Write anything that prevents me from resting
And expose a dozen of ill-starred controversies
In a few words, I love you with all my strength
I live only for you
After you, it's the cross
It's death. These are pains and sprains.
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