The caresses of the eyes are the most adorable;
They bring the soul to the limits of being,
And deliver secrets otherwise ineffable,
In which only the depths of the heart can appear.
The purest kisses are coarse beside them;
Their language is stronger than all words;
Nothing but they express the immortal things
That pass in moments through our frivolous beings.
When age has aged the mouth and the smile
Whose fold slowly filled with sorrows,
They still keep their limpid tenderness;
Made to console, enchant, and seduce,
They have sweetness, ardor, and charms!
And what other caress has passed through tears?
Auguste Angellier
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