The casket of jewels
Cécile Chaminade
Your mischievous eyes
are the colour of emeralds.
Their pure, delicious rays
cheer the gloomiest moods.
In their capricious nets
they have caught my wandering heart.
Your mischievous eyes
are the colour of emeralds.
Your satin lips
are a nest of hot caresses,
a tasty fruit tinted
with rays of tenderness,
and your kiss, like an elf,
pours out ineffable drunkenness.
Your satin lips
are a nest of hot caresses.
Your soul is a jewel,
the diamond in my crown.
It's the most delicate bauble
of my flower scented love.
It's the perfume that drives me mad,
the sweet charm that surrounds me.
Your soul is a jewel,
the diamond in my crown!