(c) E.P. Robles 2013

MA BELLE they say
in France this day
I fear such fools
who speak in vain
such words today

Don’t try to explain
your life mon cher
I’m just a romantic fool
that allows your heels
to dance upon my heart

You speak, I cry
I laugh, you scream
What bad seeds thrown
wild weeds do grow
You think, I know

My love no regret
You speak, I listen
such is ma bichette
My tears are absent
such rivers ran dry

My love no regret
such days as this
love lives on
regardless of what’s spent

:: 01-31-2014 ::