He speaks French
Turquoise water down that little trench
I got my gaze in, emotion deep
Would it really hurt, if I just peep?
He\'s the ink that keeps it blue
Minds, yeah they sync to sink too
Memories carve through me like a gorge
I\'d hate to see, a love being forged
Uncalled for sentiments, on this little park bench
That day he spoke real, good French.
-Al