And just as the waves
Washed over the sand
The wind combed the corn
As she took my hand

Narrowing pupils against
A search of my eyes
For fear she might discover
My soul's sunrise

And yet. And yet.
The want for to say,
The need for to share
The fear she'll away.

I have been  titled sensitive
But I am not weak
I feel the tortures
Yet choose not to speak

I have the illness
I am diseased
My heart's defect
It easily bleeds

So, use your words well
Tear open my breast
Wrench out my heart
Please, do your best

For I shall go forth
Being healed completely
Immune to pain
Your cardiac amputee

Il viendra un jour
Que je me retenais plus
Que je regardais l'heure
Que je deviendra fou

Que échappera de ma bouche
Des mots
Trop tôt
Et inattendu

'Maintenant, je t'aime' je dirais
Mais t'inquiete
Ma chérie
C'est surement menti

Mais non
Dans le sens
Que tu peux
Peut-être y penser

Parce que, mon cœur
Ce que tu sais pas..
Depuis la premier moment
C’était déjà le cas.

There will come a day
That I look into your eyes
When my lips will say
To your surprise

The words you fear
'Now, I love you'
But don't worry my dear
They won't be true

For all this time
For all this space
The cited status
Was always the case

It was the first day.
The wash on round stones,
To my left, the sea was busy,
Washing softer, rounder ones.

The Sun moved its support,
To the actions to the South,
None prepared, none compared,
And so words laid idle in mouth.

Her descent to the shoreline,
Closing in from the right,
And I, standing awkward,
She, invaded my eyes.


So gentle the motions,
As softly the greeting,
So dissolved my notions,
Of mastering this meeting

Jealous
Of the oxygene in your veins
Of the always invited breath of air
Of the sunlight spark in your eyes
Of the wind that moves your hair

Desire
To be close as the cloth
To be loyal as your shadow
To be the reflecting mirror
To be your movements follow

I'm sorry
I thought I was stronger
Should have waited longer
Couldn't have been wronger.