The trees sway gently in serenity
whistling as the wind passes by...

If I say she is sacred
that's blasphemy...

In another world
I'll be your cheval glass...

The same mistake done,
not once,twice but over and over again...

I never asked for much;
a palace,a porche car nor a queen for a wife...

Through my eyes...
I saw you...

Black is beauty...
that's why...

"to us"
she whispered...

They claim their wine matures with age,
but my poetry sweetens word by word...

I pray on luck
that a prey I find by fluke...

Today I saw her again,
her beauty added perfection...

My beautiful danseuse
here "take my hand&quot...