What could it be?
Could it be the soft pleasure that rises
when my love gently exhales?
Plaisir d\'amour
might be the way our hands meet
when we walk together.
Plaisir d\'amour
sounds like the sea waves
when we sit on the sand, remove our shoes,
and let the water caress our feet.
Plaisir d\'amour
could be that moment just after we say goodbye,
when our hearts dim enough to be sad.
Plaisir d\'amour
feels like a slow turn of the head
toward you, to kiss you on your quiet lips.
Plaisir d\'amour
could be the peace that arrives
when I\'m with you.
Or is it what I hear from you when I say,
\"I love you,\"
and your response feels like
a tingling warmth running through my skin.