What Remains… of… Our Love…?
“Que reste t’il de… nos amours…”
What is left… of our love…
What remains… of our memories…
That never… cease…
Your tender words… whispering love…
Caressing my hair… of blonde…
Our embrace… passionate as the night…
While you hold me tight…
What is left of…
Our… beautiful moments…
Our… “rendez-vous“…
My eyes of azuré… are sad and… ah… so so blue…
Tears are… spilling…
While sitting… shivering…
Alone…
Dreaming… of our love…
That has been well hidden… while a cloud hides the pain…
On my face…
“Charmante… seduisante… et belle“…
You… describe…
Intoxicating memories… of our frisson…
Of distant days… that have flown away…
How… we danced…
How… we laughed…
Loved…
What has happened… to our love…?
“Que reste t’il de… nos amours“…
“Moi… et toi“…
“Mon… âme…
Your… presence…
An… addiction…
Without which… I…
Cannot… function…
It will remain… a mystery…
Enigmatic…
Traumatic…
A precious sentiment… is love “intime”…
“L’amour…
Toujours“…
How can I… not think of you…
How can I… not dream…
My… love…
My… life…
The wind… is blowing…
Tears… are flowing…
Down… my face…
How can I… live…
Without… you…
Exist….
“Que reste t’il de… nos amours“…
What has happened… to our love…?
What… is…
Left…
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