Sigh a little with me

Let our tears moisten velvet cheeks

Sewn together for eternity

Sobbing woman let me see

How love has become sorrow in thee

I can paint a smile upon your face

That make our hearts beat a quickened pace

Still the sobbing on white lace

Let me caress your warm soft skin

And brush your hair till the dawn

Loves aromatic fill our space

Godiva covered strawberries embrace

The tactile parameters of our souls

I feel whispers throughout my fingertips

As my jeweled Moroccan comb curve

Around each strand on my lovers head

I didn’t claim to create the fountain of youth  

Or invent a human ego impervious to time

I appreciate good living loving you

So much the better I am (Tant Mieux)

Isn’t it so (n est ce-pas)

Let our tears moisten velvet cheeks

Sewn together for eternity