Avec

With your smile at the corner of your lips
With your gaze as if filled with fever
You seem to come out of the hands of a goldsmith
And I can only love you, my love

With vulnerable points in your heart
With the rages you are capable of
You are alternately the angel or the devil
Who comes to disturb my nights and days

Those who speak nonsense
And predict our failure
I ignore them and adore you
Even more with

With your trendy girl ways
With your curious language quirks
The little bit of spring that marks your age
I would like to keep you forever

With a touch of madness in your mind
With a taste for life in your body
I found in you a whole harmony
And I can only love you, my love

With your modesty mixed with indecency
With your innocence bordering on unconsciousness
Your maturity so close to childhood
I would like to keep you forever

With your sorrows
Your outbursts
Your childish laughter
Your own way
Of suddenly talking
About anything
And that goes so well
With you