I am not going to swear Yes, your smile is a poem I am saying: je t'aime I love you with ardor With all my strength and force Yes, I'm all right and not lost Your smile is absolutely beautiful And you are unbelievably wonderful When I see you, I am energized I am extremely happy to rise To the great occasion and to be inspired By your style and your proper attire Nikkie, I don't like to prevaricate or to swear Your smile is a gorgeous poem That I wrote and edited Your smile is a precious poem That I loved and recited Yes, Chérie je t'aime I can no longer carry or bear These powerful inner feelings I discretely brought you a few rings I hope one day that I will be able to relinquish them To you, without seeing my love wrecking the dam The barrier, the boundary, the door, anything on the way Yes, where there is a will, there exists a pathway Darling, your smile is an amazing poem And I am relieved to say: je t'aime I love you dearly, ich liebe dich, ti amo, te quiero Yes, I'm inspired; I can feel the sacchariferous arrow.