This is not a poem, but a passage from Les Miserables, and only the first sentence is, I don't know who added it later. The original text is as follows, from the fourth quarter of Volume 5 of Les Miserables-Mr. Madeleine wears mourning. Translate it and read it on the internet by yourself.

The best life is faith in love;

aime pour soi-même，disons mieux，aime malgrésoi-même；

Believe me, I love you. Under this pressure, this kind of service, this kind of care.

What did Louis Manke choose?

No. This is the glory of love.

What is love? A true love.

This is not a definite view. Me? What is wrong with me? Tons of cherche l? Me and my troubles.

Et cette？ My pain and pride are a woman.

A major of your soul, it is beautiful;

A bunch of flowers is placed in front, it is a bunch of flowers;

You have difficulty breathing. This is hers.

Nevertheless, I regret to tell you,

Allow me to tell you that roses are inseparable.

Touch the Lord of God, touch the child in the bra,

Oh, my God, that's great!

Our hearts, though unknown, are in my mysterious world.

Don't keep all this in mind.

Me? I am Ange, and I will never disappear; If she falls asleep, it's for income;

Is she back and ready? This is a true story.

When you come near, you will know.

On the border of Cenit, Degas? téet d ' extase；

There is a light in the dark.

Bit by bit.

In the video, these people are normal.

These unspeakable accents work for your women and add a lot of color to your college life.

In the caress of love? Me.

I haven't seen her all day, but she sent a present.

This is heaven.