Petite fleur [English translation]

All the blooms

Have withered overnight,

At dawn no bloom in sight,

My heart resists the doom.

It still sees

The flower in your eyes,

I saw when I loved you

Under wide open skies.

In our spring they were blue.

Love’s pretty bloom, though small

Always blooms in this soul

Of mine

When my life

Is sadly rife with strife,

You’re my true happy sign,

Sweet bloom of mine

In twenty years

I will, often in tears,

Stop for a chance

To inhale the scent of romance

In my heart

You’re a piece of fine art

You’re my love’s sacred shrine,

Sweet bloom of mine