Olivier trusts me, and we both trust our friend(s), who would never make a pass at me.
I guess it’s much more accepted in France for men and women to be friends.
– I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten.
I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.