Amour, Armour, Amor and desire,
You put on your clothes but with my heart I see you naked.
Je t'aime quoi qu'on en dise. A nu ou sous un drap. Sans armure de prejugés, ni muraille de conditions.
I don't care for all you reveal are nothing but illusions.
But in the secret whispers of your soul,
Sous les maux de tes mots,
Between complaint and pleasure,
Larmes de Joie et délivrance,
Our spirits forming one,
Je te vois; and I know the perfect you.
Toi et moi, fait de la même essence,
Vibrating on same frequencies,
Dansons nu sous les étoiles,
Clothes on but unconditionally undressed.
YOU ARE READING
the dreamer's song
Poésiethe lullaby that sings you to sleep... but dare to listen if you're brave enough, for not all lullabies are sweet melodies...
