In vain we disguise
And restrain ourselves,
When love has known how to touch us:
Nothing can keep it from showing,
And what we do to hide it
Often serves to make it known.
It is enough to say,
When we sigh,
That love is our conqueror:
In our eyes we see the flame shining,
Our eyes betray our heart,
And in them one sees the secret of our soul.
Michel Lambert
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