29/07-06/08/2001

A week of eternity

Beyond the trees, she sat by the river
A stone was her throne of youth
And I was rich of her laughs,
How could that be ever better ?

A billion shining eyes in the night
Witnessed her hand walking in mine.
"Nothing you do 'naturally' is obscene"
Oh Lord ! Wasn't she genuine !

The delicate sound of that sea of green !
And still now, your garden brings me the peace i need
While waiting for another kiss long foreseen,
Expecting you by my side as I read.

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A life apart still so close to my soul
Our passion is reflecting red in that wine
Damned for a smile, melting in the opal fire of those eyes
Close to perfection... even when the angel lies...

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© CÉNA – Claude-Étienne Armingaud – 2002