La Promenade, Renoir August Pierre (1870)
Joy in my heart to see thee standing there,
Warmth of the sun on thee providing care,
With a gentle wind toying with thy hair.
Looking at thee my heart shall not be bare.
Come closer into the shadows with me,
So that I may hear loving words from thee,
While I shall try to explain they beauty,
And why the two of us should lovers be.
Want the touch of your love until my end,
For is thee who provides needed comfort.
With each passing day my love I will send,
That we may share loving lives in concert.
Absent thy touch life be but misery,
But with thee each day life shall shine brightly.