Bright red jacket. Jet black hat from which hangs a long brown curl
The very sight of this man always sends my cœur, coeur in a whirl
Pale ivory skin with a faint rose blush
Makes me burn with a fever as I feel my cœur, coeur rush
Long black lashes surround beautiful big brown eyes
I hold my breath as my cœur, coeur sighs
Luscious rosy lips in the shape of cupid
Not to Kiss them would be just plain stupid
Perfectly framed slim cute nose
I catch my breath as my eyes close
Glancing my way after what seems awhile
His angelic face breaks into a smile
My pulse is racing as he draws near
So grateful my thoughts he cannot hear
Holding out a slim pale hand he places it in mine
our eyes meet. Time stops. This man is divine
Lowering his head our lips inches away
Please Kiss me Michael I silently pray
Lips parting our mouths meet
In a loving Kiss that tastes so sweet
Moving closer in his arms so strong
My beloved Michael could do no wrong
Melting in his Kiss I lose control
This man I l’amour plus than any other soul
On the green herbe with a arc en ciel above
We become one as we make love
Lying in his arms I gaze at his beautiful face
I would follow this man into outer space
His face starts to fade I start to scream
Oh my god it was only a dream