Morgane

Morgane, 

My French chérie,

Your body, though small, took pain,

Your soul, though big, shrank from pain,

Your name, feels like a touch on my skin,

Your hand, I never felt, touched my soul within,

I never know why I hurt you,

But I never used you,

I never know why I hurt you,

But you hurt me too, when you left me,

I pray for la chance when I get to speak to you again,

My French pride, 

My lady, a royal status only known by me,

I've seen you broken, 

I've seen you smile,

I've seen you crying,

I've seen you laugh,

I've made you cry,

I've made you smile

I've made you broken,

But for a while, you were mine,

If I ever get to speak to you,

Ma chérie, je suis tout pour toi.