Le secret
Author: Gabriel Faure
I want the morning not to know
The name that I told to the night,
and that the wind of dawn, noiselessly,
like a tear should evaporate.

I want the day to proclaim
the love that I hid from the morning
and leaning over my open heart
like a grain of incense, it should set it aflame.

I want the sunset to forget
the secret that I told to the day
and to carry it away with my love
in the folds of its pale dress!