Certainly she was not a woman and charming in vain,
But the earthly in her had a divine air.
Flames quivered on my bold lips;
She accepted love and all its fires,
Dreamed of familiarity, took the risk step by step,
Did not refuse and did not surrender;
His tender obedience was high and serene;
She knew how to become a slave and remain queen,
Supreme grace! and what could be more unexpected
Than to have given everything without having lost anything!
She was naked with sublime abandon
And, lying in a bed, seemed on a peak.
As the victorious love entered her,
One would have said that the sky was springing from her heart;
She caressed you with light;
The nakedness of the feet makes the walk more proud
In these beings steeped in ideal beauty;
There came to her in the shadows on her forehead a light
Like the nocturnal halo of the poles;
Through the kisses of her white shoulders
We thought we saw two wings slowly emerge;
His gaze was blue, the blue of a firmament;
And that was the greatness of this strange woman
That by ceasing to be a virgin she became an angel.Victor Hugo