The Soul of the Wave (L’âme de la vague)

Towards you go these words I let slip away,
Running like the wave crashing on the rock's sway.
Find these modest words, seeking to reach your bay,
Perhaps then this flood will come your way.

The lustful disorder unveils horizons wide,
With vast passions and reasons, appealing and tried.
Let's fathom its depth, let's come and abide,
To rekindle at last this beautiful art of love.

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