Friday’s here
a bit late
a long wait

so shall we meet
on the streets
of Paris

you bring me roses
I’ll bring you
love that
the length
and breadth
of the universe

you wear
the same perfume
that you think
makes you
I’ll wear the
smile that
your face
will bring

soon the stars
and the moon
will grace the skies
and under those skies
a thousand roses
will bloom
when the moonlight
meets the moon

I wait with
bated breath
to finally hold
your hand
and touch
your face

till then
‘tu me manques’
and soon
I’ll be saying
‘je taime’

I love Fridays
very much
because in the air
I can feel
your presence
all around

your magic

seeps in the
intricate lines
of my
your fragrance
and stays till
long after your gone

till I see you again

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