When loving languor
Is in a heart,
In vain one seeks
The means to stay silent:
Love is a mystery
That one cannot hide.
The more a heart is forbidden
The more it speaks of it,
It explains itself everywhere
By a sigh of flame:
And the secret of the soul
Is written in the eyes.
Michel Lambert
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