Are you better than a summer’s day?

You are more lovely and more temperate:

Thunderstorms are too many in May

And everything is too hot wherever you stay.

Alas the summer goes too fast

And with it the hot, pleasant rains,

Making the Earth like rust

And bringing my soul’s pains.

In contrast, your beauty has no age

And I am sure it will never fade,

Every day of our life being a page

Written in the book of love, which has no shade.

Te iubesc, ti amo, je t’aime

Your eternal love has made me what I am…