Oh, Mon Amour - A Zejel Poem by Elusive Illusion

Oh, mon amour, mon doux,
Mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour,
De l'aube claire jusqu'à la fin du jour.

I sit gazing at the sunset,
With hope in my heart and eyes wet,
While there's some light in it yet,
That someday you'll think of me too..

I sit under skies yet starless,
Hopeful heart bittered by sadness,
The sea sings our songs nonetheless,
Albeit tinged with your adieu

From then of that to now of this,
All that we lost, all that we missed,
It comes down to a stolen kiss,
Thats all that's left of me and you.

From hearts that have been hurt by hate,
All that wait, oh so late a fate,
It comes down to a forsaken date,
Our embrace, this much in a few.

Whatever happened was in past,
Too bad that it could not quite last,
But the colour of love holds fast,
Je t'aime encore, tu sais, bien sur.