dead of night/

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

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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.