Tu es parfaite. Je ne rêve que de toi. Personne ne nous comprend. À quoi penses-tu ? Mourir d'amour n'a pas de sens.

This is one of 100.000.000 love letters by Marie de France.
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You are perfect. I dream only about you. Nobody understands us. What are you thinking about? Dying of love is meaningless.