For The 'Homme D'Esprit' Poem by Eve Brideau

(09.28.09 1945H)

There's something 'bout you, I see each day
That makes my system weak.
Can't find the right words to say,
Can't muster the courage to speak.

Tryin' to tell something to you,
It's just so hard to spit it out.
But I think it's time to be true,
After this, please don't pout.

Je suis amoureux de vous.
There I said it, I like you.
Forgive me, but this feeling's true.
Wish you feel the same thing too.