Lapsus Linguae

A nos jours,
On va chercher l'amour
Pour y trouver la froideur.
On se fait trempette,
C'est tout, c'est net.
A nos jours.

What means this text before me?
She says she loves another.
That signs were made
And hopes were laid,
That I would soon discover.

Her print like fine embroidery,
In sloping hand and sure.
(If this be jest
T'is not her best)
What more must I endure?

A final line of trumpery,
Though telling of the age-
"Our hearts can mend
Do let's be friends".
A waste of half a page.

for Bravo

This debt I owe can't be repaid
With lillies bound with twine,
Nor costly trinkets sent to land
At your feet,
Decidedly.

But I can sing your praise instead,
Pronounce your virtue fine,
And wish to kiss a guiding hand
For love's conceit;
For chiding me.

When we were young her offered hand
Was as innocent as May,
And on a waveless sea we swam
So free.

The summer sun is kind to lovers,
And in its warmth we bathed.
Her tiny footprints were swallowed by mine,
And both by time.

When we were young I spoke with care,
My every touch a caress,
And our nights were leisured and hushed.
So sweet.

Forever was a mountain too steep to climb
When we were young.
Perhaps now we can make it...