I would be the tenderest, I would be able to prove to you that I have put an eternity to wait for you. I would be able to defend myself against an army to love you better, to love you better. I would learn all the roles, I would be the most gay, the funniest. I would have sometimes the sadness of the ground, or its beauty, to love you better, to love you better. I would be the same, and every day different, turning and lying and refusing your love. I would be the caresses that have been forgotten, I would be your mistress and your fiancée, courtesan and princess, at will, to love you better, to love you better. I would be strong or weak, but always to win your faithful company, your given soul, I would be all those who loved you, to love you better, to love you better. And if you are God, I would know how to do miracles, if you are the devil, I choose your hell. I would pass tablets, the lovers of the past, Romeo and Juliet will be surpassed, I would sell poets to sing us, to love you better, to love you better. And if I condemn myself, it is to tame you, if I am body and soul, to abandon you, it is to be your wife, simply, I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so much. I love you so much, I love you so much.