You are in the raindrops

Falling soft on autumn leaves

You are the wistful wind

Which I so desperately need

To help me breathe

 

I hear the river murmur

When my name flows from your lips

You are the bridge between the seasons

Of my life

T’es mon amour

Mon cœur

 

You are the scent of the forest floor

Rising in drifts of patchouli

To leave me wanting more

J t’aime

Mon cheri

Je t’aime

Je t’aime

Je t’aime

 

T’es mon petit chou

La vie en rose

C’est pour nous

Mon coup de cœur

 

You are the rythme of my footsteps

The beating of my heart

Je t’adore

Je t’adore

Je t’adore

 

You always leave me wanting

More. 

Clare Kinnaird, 2024.