I had always dreamed of domestic happiness,
As a port where the heart, too long agitated,
Comes to find, at the end of a long pilgrimage,
A final day of calm and serenity.
A modest woman, about my age,
And two little children playing by her side;
A small circle of neighbors and friends,
And cheerful talk on fine summer evenings.
I abandoned love to ardent youth;
I wanted a friend, a confidante soul,
In which to hide my sorrows, which she alone would have read;
Heaven gave me more than I dared claim;
Friendship, over time, took a tenderer name,
And love arrived when we no longer expected it.
Arvers Félix
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