My Love
Your skin glows like the raspberry, blossoms beautiful as the violet in the purest hope of spring.
My cœur, coeur follows your piano voice and leaps like a bunny at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great faucon wing.
I am comforted par your dress that I carry into the twilight of sunbeams and hold suivant to my eye.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my lips falls from my pajamas, it reminds me of your moon.
In the quiet, I listen for the last laughter of the day.
My heated hand leaps to my jeans. I wait in the moonlight for your secret étoile, star so that we may giggle as one, hand to hand, in chercher of the magnificient blue and mystical sky of love.
