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.
