CHAGRIN D'AMOUR

La fraîcheur, le silence et l'ombre
Règnent dans les jardins déserts ;
Au ciel brillent des feux sans nombre,
Mais tout est calme, tout est sombre,
À l'abri des feuillages verts.


Le vent, qui mollement soupire,
Agile les rameaux tremblants ;
Leur dôme léger se retire
Et sur le gazon laisse luire
Quelques rayons, doux et fuyants.


À travers les noires ogives
Des tilleuls odoriférants,
On aperçoit au loin les rives
Du lac, dont les ondes plaintives
Semblent rouler des diamants.


Que ce calme du soir m'oppresse !
Et que ce tableau ravissant,
Qui jadis m'emplissait d'ivresse
Jette maintenant de tristesse
Dans mon cœur jaloux et souffrant.


Hélas ! c'est à cette heure même
Que de crainte et d'espoir tremblant,
Je lui dis, tout bas : Je vous aime !
Et dans une extase suprême
J'entendis son aveu charmant.


Que sa voix était séduisante,
Quand elle me parlait d'amour !
Que j'aimais sa main frémissante
Qui fuyait ma main caressante,
Et qui la cherchait tour à tour !

C'est ici que chaque soirée
Nous voyait revenir tous deux ;
C'est là, que sa bouche adorée
À mes désirs enfin livrée,
M'apprit combien j'étais heureux !


Assez ! assez ! cette pensée
Rend, hélas ! mon chagrin plus noir ;
D'un tel rêve désabusée,
Mon âme est encor trop brisée
Pour y songer sans désespoir.


Mieux vaut oublier l'infidèle,
Mieux vaut chercher d'autres amours.
Mais quelle autre sera si belle ?
Quelle autre me plaira comme elle,
Et me rendra d'aussi beaux jours ?


Oh ! non, non ! fuyons toute chaîne !
L'amour cause trop de douleur.
Faisons-nous une âme inhumaine
À moins qu'un jour ne la ramène
Avec ma joie et mon bonheur !

PIERRE GROLIER

I'll Be

The strands in your
eyes that color them
wonderful
Stop me and steal my
breath.
And emeralds from
mountains thrust
towards the sky
Never revealing their
depth.
Tell me that we belong
together,
Dress it up with the
trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows
of heartache that hang
from above.
I'll be your crying
shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm
older,
I'll be the greatest fan
of your life.
And rain falls angry on
the tin roof
As we lie awake in my
bed.
You're my survival,
you're my living proof.
My love is alive and not
dead.
Tell me that we belong
together.
Dress it up with the
trappings of love.
I'll be captivated,
I'll hang from your lips,
Instead of the gallows
of heartache that hang
from above
And I've dropped out,
I've burned up, I've
fought my way back
from the dead.
I've tuned in, turned on,
remembered the things
that you said
I'll be your crying
shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm
older,
I'll be the greatest fan
of your...
I'll be your crying
shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm
older,
I'll be the greatest fan
of your life.
The greatest fan of
your life.
...greatest fan of your
life.
- Edwin Mccain

A Brand New Day

Rest your head and close
your eyes
Everything will be okay
For when you wake with the
sweet sunrise
It will be a brand new day
Turn down the lights and pull
me close
Feel only the beating of our
hearts as we lay
For when you wake with the
soft morning breeze
It will be a brand new day
Relax your body and caress
my soft hair
Let all of life's worries melt
away
For when you wake with the
warm summer scent
It will be a brand new day
Fall fast asleep and dream
with me
Whisper "I love you, I'm here
to stay"
For when we wake in each
other's arms
It will be a brand new day
- Aeni

A Moment To Remember

A place we go
to let us know
that our love is always true
and that we will never be blue.

A memory on the edge of time
A place where we are so sublime,
A distant dream on a midnights eve
somewhere far from acknowledged leaves.

A time in which we fell deeper in love
just like to turtle doves.
We sang our songs and gave our token
to remember one single moment.

*Trista Moss

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this
twilight.
No one saw us this
evening hand in hand
while the blue night
dropped on the world.
I have seen from my
window
the fiesta of sunset in
the distant mountain
tops.
Sometimes a piece of
sun
burned like a coin in my
hand.
I remembered you with
my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine
that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of
love come on me
suddenly
when I am sad and feel
you are far away?
The book fell that
always closed at
twilight
and my blue sweater
rolled like a hurt dog at
my feet.
Always, always you
recede through the
evenings
toward the twilight
erasing statues.

- Pablo Neruda

JUST A LONE EAGLE ...

I am the synonym of the word INTENSITY ... everything to the extreme!
Can be desert or ocean ...
My mood comes from my soul and not the occasional annoyances ...
Tears are part of me ...
natural consequence,
since I'm more crying than laughing ...
life that I almost always imposed.
Today I am poem ...
tomorrow Verse without rhyme ...
I can not be anything but a reflection of my heart ...
I fight with my demons trying to be better and loose my fairies
to take me on their wings,
the magical world of dreams ...
I'm proud to dream,
after all there is no impossible dream but people impossible.
LOVE I'm not sure what it is ...
the other day I thought I loved ...
loved it ... love it ... do not know.
My philosophy is
that not everything can be explained,
some things just FEEL and ready.
What actually like doing
do not yield financial profit ... write,
create with his hands that come from my heart.
I'm the face that rarely smiled in life ...
AM JUST A LONE EAGLE!

PAINTING...

I drew on your face fine sand
A deserted beach ...
I lost hours and hours
Trying to make the figure
Interpret its beauty,
Each trait, each sketch
remember you
But as he wished,
Could not get there
All she wanted ...
Wanted the lines of the drawing
Showed love and serenity
You carry on your chest ...
In your eyes, I wanted the glow of affection
you feel about me ...
The hair, the lack of a caress!
At every turn, wanted to see
a feeling that is uniquely yours ...
But I wish I were an artist
To represent you in a work!
Need to have the gifts of the great masters
But, alas!
Try as he might, he could never!
So, let time pass,
I stood there daydreaming about you
Until a wave came and took all the work,
All my love for you ...
But no matter
I have you with me always in my heart
A place where nothing
or the waves reach
to steal you from me ...

The Man and The Woman

BEAUTIFUL WOMAN