She swings and she sways
To the trill of the piano,
With a facade of blonde hair
And the red lips of a vixen
To hide the fear held in her eyes
Of the terminal illness
Dancing in her veins
From dusk ’til dawn.
Tag: French
Mon Cheri
Mon cheri,
It is you, j’adore
For your humor
And your caring heart.
It is you
And only you
Je t’aime
For the man
You have always been
You will become
You are.
It is you
And I love you for it.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Poem for the prompt of day 29.
I kept this one to give to my boyfriend on our 2 year anniversary.
I think he liked it 😉