Portraits with Pzazz!
Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche, Voila le portrait sans retouche, De l’homme auquel j’appartiens.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tous bas, Je vois la vie en rose.
Il me dit des mots d’amour, Des mots de tous les jours, Et ca me fait quelque chose.
Il est entre dans mon coeur, Une part de bonheur, Dont je connais la couse.
-Edith Piaf
Portraits with Pzazz!
It’s important
To choose my words
Wisely
In case they are
The last words
I ever
Have a chance
To speak
To you
So I’m filling
Them with
Love
Portraits with Pzazz!
If I could bottle time
I’d bottle
The smoothness
Of my young beauty
Fresh on my facade
And only wear
Timely wisdom earned
That comes with
Fine lines
Gray hairs
Sagging breast & butt
Tucked away in my soul
Then again
Hidden inside
There’s be no testimony
Showcase God to the world
Of battles fought
Victories won
Knowledge learned
So instead
I’ll bottle time
Inside my soul & mind
Won’t matter
What the years tell
On my skin
Heart forever young
Then
