saw her sitting on a bench,
while reading "voyage au bout de la nuit",
a cigarette between her tooth gap
framed by red lipstick,
a bottle of wine next to her,
quietly humming a melody,
her hair wilder than a man's dream,
her fragrance Chanel N°5,
the look in her eyes were longing for the saving shore,
it was raining but she didn't even care,
and so I knew
Je t'admire