Ma Chérie

Ma chérie, you are the whisper of dawn

That lingers in the hush before the sun,

A fragile note, like a song nearly gone,

Yet etched in my soul long after it's sung.

You are the moon, casting silver upon

The darkest rivers where shadows would drown,

A quiet pulse that hums softly through stone,

Turning even sorrow to something profound.

With every glance, the world shimmers anew,

Time slows its hand, caught in your gentle grace.

The stars seem to listen, the night seems to bloom,

As if all the heavens are carved in your face.

You are the silence where I find my peace,

The breath that I hold, the sigh I release.

"Tu es mon soleil, ma lune et toutes mes étoiles."