The joy of loving is to be a couple on this earth.
It is to watch the years go by—
slowly like the water of a river—
slowly like the hour hand on a steeple clock.
The joy of loving is to be a couple pleasing each other.
It is discovering the warmth of a kiss—
always the same, always the same—
always, always, without ever tiring of it.
It is to travel together towards a single future.
It is to grow old together amidst the same memories.
It is the joy of offering the best of yourself
in a love that blossoms day and night.
It is to keep safe in your heart—in your veins—
an entire lifetime, an entire lifetime.
It is to keep safe in your heart—in your veins—
an entire lifetime, an entire lifetime, an entire lifetime.