Pauline Viardot: Aimez--Moi

Louis Pomey:
Gazing on your brow full of innocence
And your sweet eyes that pierce my soul,
I feel love’s passion rise in me,
And I have lost all control of my heart.
When, under your spell, I admire so many virtues
That I see bourgeon in you each day,
My heart yields to you - all my being
Is yours and no longer belongs to me.
Love me, therefore, O my most prized possession,
Permit me to follow you wherever you go
And be yours forever; I know well
That I cannot live without you, nor far from you.