Seeing the Seine
and the Eiffel Tower view
it's not the same
without you
so feeling somewhat blue
toujours l'amour ma chérie
with this brief billet-doux
thought I'd drop a line
wish you were here
the weather's fine
That sweet
Love letter
Does treat
Us better,
Even now.
Well, how?
Its strength
Has length;
O, none can
Ever fathom
Love human
From bottom.
Endless amour
Is our armour.
I know, to me, you’ll always remain perfect;
Although my human heart’s full of defect,
My visage, for your love, will my love reflect.
With this day a love has grown from the night before
Jesus has come and without further ado He's knocking at the door
The stage is set for one last stand all looking at one another in surprise
What have we done, what will we do with Christ gone from our eyes
Out of place a soothing voice utters "Look over here it is quite clear
This Bridge will be our path to Heaven above" I say with a cheer
The angels applaud, and we laud for another soul is saved
Damned hypocrites, men's diorism shows when they feel kind of pious
As God looks on His anger must rage, "Why can't they get it right?!"
Severed from His majesty until He returns from the beyond
By and by must suffice while to and fro Satan trods
As sudden as God spoke Creation's words, the trumpet begins to sound
With His royal cavalry His promises resounds
Written in this candlelight by antiquity's scribes
As promised in His billet doux, a love letter to all alive
With concentration-knit-brow pose,
She reads and holds the letter close,
There's good news, her joyful smile shows,
Rays of hope shine through the windows;
In anticipation's mad throes,
Left all household chores to compose
a fitting reply in love rose,
Passion has turned her quite verbose;
Shares it with her sister who knows -
"Do you think he'll like my plain prose?
Or should I pen a verse that flows?"
"Just let your heart speak, I suppose,
he'll love you more, you're whom he chose."
Finger on cheek, smitten soul glows,
Billet-doux* breeze fervently blows,
It reaches him, her kiss enclosed.
*Billet-doux ~ a love letter
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O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances;
O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat trilleth for none but me, mine eccentric euphoria is celebrated by nature;
O, in the untrodden tryst wouldst thou palliate the passion of mine? I pray you, do love me, fair damsel, only because I really love thee.
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Prithee, my ladie, my beautie, tell me wouldst thou fain love me? Knowest thou I am fain to gain thee, and hope I thou art so. Once hither thou camest and didst canoodle me, wert thou fearless and didst enrapture me. Thou , undaunted, snuggle’dst, kiss’dst , embrace’dst a swain. E’er thou wast fain to have me lain on the lovers’ crimson bed. And when dost thou bestow upon me the ancient ecstasy, and sleek is the cheek of my kingly belle, feel I relieved i’th’ glaring tryst, my sweet love !
Amour,
A little letter for you,
And a few words to state the sweet obvious.
Keep the love I write of folded up in paper,
Our origami correspondence, if you will.
Swallows, ravens, cranes and swans,
Enough for an aviary of everything you ever need to know.
Un-caged, un-clipped, unending,
Free to the parchment blue.
Mon amant comme un oiseau,
My lover like the sky.
I remain yours.
Unladylike though to speak this heart of mine
for a certain man who makes my day shine.
I admit I'm just being true to myself
to this indescribable feeling for you that I felt.
Honestly, you caught my eyes at first sight
from that moment I wanted no more nights
only to see you even at a glance
and know your name if I have the chance.
Man, I don't want you to have hard time to think
for there are a lot of girls in this wide space
"you don't know my name, but you know me by face."
Before I leave you I want you to know --
"I think of you everyday, now and then
hoping that we will cross our path again..."
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