The spy

Pale spy of Love

My memory scarcely faithful

Had to observe this beautiful

Fortress only one hour one day

You disguise yourself

In your guise

Spying memory of the heart

You will no longer find again the exquisite

Trick and the heart alone is victorious

But do you see this memory

Eyes blindfolded, ready to die

It affirms that one can believe in it

My heart will conquer without bloodshed