By The Mercy Of The Love That Snakes In Your Plains Poem by bernard chenier

Who, dissolves itself in tears, and changed in fountains,
By the mercy of the love that snakes in your plains.
The beautiful nonchalant to the shade goes for a walk;
That his/her/its half-opened mouth and that his/her/its pure breath,
Within more uneasy of sweetness and v.ux,
Call Laure's love, that breathes his/her/its fires;
That the lover can come, and that he doesn't have anymore to fear.
The reason in love, that weakens and undertakes to pity it;
That on your expression, of ardent and young flower,
Spills an insensible and dreamer laughter;
That his/her frail and slow neck support more his/her head;
That his/her/its look, in his/her/its uncertain and mute ride,
Under his/her long lid hardly half-opened on the day.
Who hopes softly and is drowned of love.
On the pillow of love all two.
Our nights were uncertain, in the heaven.
But especially in the sky of your eyes, a love perfects.
Let, close to an alcove so voluptuous,
Eve, a discreet witness, the luminous star;
She/it saw the night our romps in love, she/it spied on everything;
As soon as the day appears, it had forgotten everything.
To back light, his/her/its nudity was beautiful:
And you should fight thus, against all sibyls,