You dance with the stars
In your bubbling pink universe
And again for hours,
You **** my night.
No need to whisper your name
To have your smile within sight,
'Cause you are
My everywhere.

First time my sight
Fell on You
During that warm June night,
I had no clue
That I was already trapped
From the very start.
Your wishful prisoner.
Forever.

To sit with you
At the* Café Palais Royal
It has black and white awning ;
Their Tarte Tatin, hmm quel régal !
The view from there ? Never boring.

We have a table en terrasse,
In the corner of the Rue de Valois,
One block from my office.
The neighborhood ? De très bon aloi.

You order a café crème,
While I sip your smile.
I’m about to whisper Je t’aime,
*But it’s like walking on a land mine.

So I just look at you,
Oh if you could let me drawn you
In my ocean blue.

Later, we walk to  that bridge
Where we locked our love
Billions of longings ago.
D . for Darling,
The locks are gone,
They were just too heavy
For my fists.
You can try many tricks,
But life has to go,
On and on.

In my dream world,
You stand at the top of the dungeon,
Laughing at my wooden sword,
And in my mind, spreading confusion.
Day after day, you are challenging
My feelings for you,
Always ignoring
How much I miss you.
Your sublime arrow
Has missed its target,
It seems I'll never be your hero.
Now, read the following secret:
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My fault;
Let me give up
The assault
On your impregnable heart.

Her sublime arrow
Has hit me
On the left side,
An attack by my douce amie,
I would not hide...
D. for Doctor
Please tell me
Is it serious or
Is it going to **** me?
No, she says, this would be too easy...
Look, your heart
Will bleed,
It is going to hurt,
Whatever you did.
And whenever you think it's gone
It will come back again,
On and on,
Your life time sweet pain.

That black and white pic of You
The one with the mischievous eyes
All night long meets my Blue
And my sleep, takes away to the skies.
Oh Darling, if You only knew...
Please let me sink, so I can dream of You.

What if we had met
In Florence, say five centuries ago
Would you have let
Me be your Leonardo ?
You gentle face I would have framed
In the back, a sfumato of Tuscany
You, I would have named
My Mona Lisa, smiling to eternity.