When in my soul where sometimes end the storm
It shines like a summer sun,
He dispels and drives away all clouds,
And I calm down to his serenity.
This sweet ray in my heart reflected,
Oh ! if I were a poet, on every page
As in beautiful verses my muse had sung!
Your smile.
You do not need in truth,
To have the scepter and the empire in sharing;
You would not know in reality
To be more queen and to reign more,
For it is certainly worth a kingship,
Your smile.
