Out of the Ordinary -Il Sort De L'Ordinaire
OUT OF THE ORDINARY -il sort de l'ordinaire
When dost my heart fall prey to agony?
Only when I recall what used to be
and only when my thoughts of you
come to my mind, just like they do
with ev'ry breath that swells inside of me.
Mon coeur! It beats the life I'd have to end
if my poor heart could ever comprehend
what's done is done, and in the past;
but I can never make it last,
the thought that now you've come to be a friend.
But I must never let the eyes of you
to see the pain your love has put me through,
although, il sort de l'ordinaire,
I'm sure if you could see it there,
there's not a thing that you could even do.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
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