Neville

Tu Es Tout Pour Moi

Tu Es Tout Pour Moi

 

Oh’ how I ache,

for all those

things you do gift

but are yet still,

to be remembered ..

And how I do

long for the scent

and the sense

of you near

and all around me ..

Yes and how

I do bleed into

sand, dust and dirt

and again,

upon rainbows ..

And all for the sake

of saving a pair

of honour and souls ..

But how you

do frown when I lay

down beside you

and exclaim that yes,

I do indeed love thee ..