The France I remember
Is the France I saw through your eyes
I kissed your lips of red
Under the cloudless, blue French sky
The smell of vanilla
And taste of honey mixed with wine
In a field of poppies
I embraced you then, made you mine
"Je t'aime! Je t'aime, "
You whispered in the summer sun
"Oh! Mon doux ange française,
Forever be my only one! "
We made love in the grass
While gazing in each other's eyes
"Ne me quitte jamais, "
That warm summer day in Marseilles
La France, je me souviens
C'est la France que j'ai vu à travers ses yeux
The France I remember
Is the France where I first loved you
the distant love...elusive and painful like always... i don't much know French...but yer glossary helps and i loved the bilingual texture. a sad and tormented chapter of life well depicted be happy sat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad and lovely poem! ! I love how you put the french in this one and then translated so we readers could understand the meanings. Well done! ! !