[Daniel Dive]

So far that, each spring, the mild wind will chase the snow,
The daffodils will lay a golden carpet in forests,
And the nightingale will charm us by its song,
I shall have a soft spot for you.

So far that the sun will spatter summer of its light,
Gilding the crops for our future bread,
And the heat haze will veil the skyline,
I shall have a soft spot for you.

So far that autumn will bloodstain the trees
And the clouds, in evening, announcing the wind,
And that swallows will get together for their so long migration,
I shall have a soft spot for you.

So far that, in winter, along the iced ponds
It will be so good to walk together on dead leaves,
And to look at the snow whirling with the wind,
I shall have a soft spot for you.

So far that I shall hear your voice,
And read your so soft and tender letters,
For ever, my dear, for ever, for life,
I shall have much more than a soft spot for you.

January 29th 1991, translation of a poem written in French

Science sans conscience n'est que ruine de l'?me (Rabelais)

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[Christiane]

Un bel amour qui dure au fil des saisons.

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