Do we really have a chance,
Or is it just daydream
Of happiness, just a glance
Of what might have been ?

Forever is just a word
But for me it's my life
Dedicated to you
Three smiles a day, and thirteen laughs
At least

Magic numbers of peace and serenity
Kicking routine away
So we can be complete.

I love you, Poppy,
No one could ever change that state of mind
Drop your world to come in ours
As I already did and waited

Missing you like crazy,
Going on the verge of insanity


© CÉNA – Claude-Étienne Armingaud – 2002