Who Lives in My Perfect Love

Perhaps she lives

In our dreams alone,

She whose face is

Illumined

By the rays

Of the sun,

While the dansette plays

Some romantic melody,

O how I love

The one

Who lives in my perfect love.

 

It’s so strange,

The morning comes,

And there are tears in my eyes;

My dream has disappeared,

Lost in the wind of time;

She who looked at me

With such tenderness,

While the dansette played

Some romantic melody,

O how I love the one

Who lives in my perfect love.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Who Lives in My Perfect Love is a reasonably faithful translation of a song I wrote in French aged ca. 19 years old, and which I renovated around 2013 with its original title, Mon Parfait Amour. Aged ca. 19 (original photo).

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