This kills me.

Il etait non nord, non sud, mon est et mon ouest, ma semaine de travail, mon dimanche de sieste, mon midi, mon minuit, ma parole, ma chanson. Je croyais que l'amour jamais ne finirai j'avais tord.

He was my north, my south, my east and west, my working week and my sunday rest, my noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love never did finish, I was wrong.