This is not a sweet little book of love poems. It’s the kind you keep by your bed, pages slightly worn, something you return to when you want to feel something again. A collection of French verse that moves through devotion, longing, desire - sometimes soft, sometimes sharp. The kind of love that lingers, that aches a little, that stays with you.
Inside, voices like Baudelaire, Rimbaud, and Verlaine unfold in quiet intensity - centuries of love, distilled into something small enough to carry with you. French on one side, English version on the other.
