Our love has become a riddle;
For lost is the magical essence;
And those moments of romance;
We have been searching in silence;
We have been awaiting with patience;
Wondered why answers do not come;
Is this a losing game or just fate?
Where have our feelings gone?
Been biding time, getting no where;
Haplessly trapped in our own maze;
Clouded by confusion and haze;
A little peace is certainly fine;
Maybe we lacked that space;
That sacred breathing space;
Time apart may be the cure;
To calm the storm and turbulence;
Let us just break our silence;
and contemplate with care;
It is wise to ignore the cause;
and forget who is responsible;
Let us not hide, Let us not hide;
Cest lavie, mon cherie...
Thats life my love...
There are plenty for us to lose;
Should we persistently choose;
To continue the way we are;
It is neither foolish or wise;
Call it cheating or maybe a lie;
But let us await with patience;
Allow this breathing space;
The feeling may just come home;
Or we may just let our love die;
And perish without a trace...
It is a matter of choice;
And a question of time;
We will know for sure;
Call it choice or fate;
The answer to this riddle;
Whatever is the outcome;
Cest lavie, mon cherie...
Thats life my love
