My love, my words tonight are weak yet ablaze My emotions are trapped and lost in a maze But my heart beats recalling yours, and I am fainting under your grace This space between your tender arms is by far my favorite place
Do you know how your kisses are fresh and new-born roses? Touched by the drizzle in a February dawn Do you know how your voice sounds as though a lyre rises Do you know how your hair is sparkling to reflect a lovely fawn?
My love, I have sunk my soul in the swell of your sight And your hands wrapped tightly around my waist is such a delight That cuddled so close to you, this poetry becomes breathtaking And my heart releases for you this passionate flow, gushing.
Angel, over the hills and far away I wish you could return to me Allow me to hearten and heal you with my melody Oh, on your stars are engraved this memory of us, fascinating canopy My love, each time I am staring at the obsidian sky you are shining endlessly ...
June 2012
My first love poem in English. Written to Matthieu. I was such a fool, but these words still echo... Because they translate a feeling that is all the more real. Let me stress that there was NOT and never WAS ******* involved here. *******, at best.