When I return

Guillaume de Machaut

When I return

from seeing my lady,

upon my soul,

I haven't a care in the world.

Dear God, how I love her,

with a pure and faithful love.

The memory of her gentle beauty

makes me glow,

night and day,

with the flame of love.

Dear God, how I love her,

with a pure and faithful love.

The very thought of her sweet perfection

so melts my tender heart

that my one wish is to serve her

constantly and selflessly.

Dear God, how I love her,

with a pure and faithful love.