Ton visage, it remained a mystery for nearly 2 years,
until our paths crossed one night on the dance floor.

That was the first chance I had to tell you...

Pour la seconde fois, our paths crossed on a beautiful day.
As I rode by on my old Schwinn,
you waltzed by with your pretty grin.
A day I will never forget,
and will forever regret,
for…

That was my second, and until now, my final chance to tell you…

The question today is, will I ever have a third chance?
The distance between us is great,
but the chances are not.

Which is why I wrote you this poem.
This poem is my third chance to tell you
what I was too weak to tell you before…

…que je t’aime avec tout mon coeur.

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