The whole lyre

When two hearts in loving each other have gently grown old Oh! what deep intimate, collected happiness! Love! hymen from above! oh, pure bond of souls! It keeps its rays even when it loses its flames. These two hearts that it once took are now one. It makes memories of their common past The impossibility of living without each other. -Darling, isn't it? This life is ours It has the peace of evening with the brightness of day And becomes friendship while remaining love.