Love makes me sing

Love makes me sing

To speak the hidden praises

Of two bright eyes

And of two idle lips.

If I think of that look,

The sun seems to me offended

And I blaze and burn completely

If I think of those lips.

If then, as usual,

She looks at me and talks a little,

I am like wax in the sun:

I melt entirely.

But in vain I have trotted behind her

For almost an entire year;

In vain, changing meter,

I show myself audacious or haughty.

If I direct a word to her,

From laughing she cannot hold herself up...

Do I write her a song?

She reads it and doesn't read it.

If then, as usual,

She looks at me and talks a little,

I am like wax in the sun:

I melt entirely.