Last night I dreamt of you and me, Hand in hand lying under the trees, I’d lift my head for a kiss so sweet, You’d look at me and our eyes would meet, My eyes drift closed as your lips brush mine, I want you like this for the rest of time, We stood and walked along the bank, For this paradise, it’s you I thank, I hear you whisper, “J’adore tu” I softly say I love you too, But something seems a little wrong, I think a bit, but then you’re gone, When I awake my fist is clenched, And I finally remember; you never spoke French.
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