dame mort, je l'aime longing for her kiss restless, awake i wait for her lean over, a secret smile her finger on my lips hush, now -- she will say soon enough, mon amour soon enough
Originally posted on sceadugenga.com
Note: my apologies if my French is bad. I know just enough of multiple languages to get myself in trouble. Don’t even ask about the little Russian I still remember, it’s pretty idiotic. And only slightly better than a Dick and Jane story. Very slightly.