Sylvie

She is so beautiful, my Sylvie,

That the angels are jealous of it.

Love, on her delighted lip,

Left its sweetest kiss.

Her eyes are large stars,

Her mouth is made of rubies,

Her soul is the height of a cloudless sky,

And her heart is my paradise.

Her hair is black like shadow,

Her voice sweeter than honey,

Her sadness is an eclipse

And her smile a rainbow.