I hope she'll answer my letter
I hope she gives me a sign
and I hope she dares herself towards me
to let go of what’s behind...
If we ever meet one day down the street
I would be the doormat on your floor
just to see you walk with you some more
La femme la plus belle, Mademoiselle Gabrielle
It’s February 14, on this day of love
guess who I am dreaming of...
There are feelings that I’ve had for weeks now
cause I am that animal, that needs to prowl
...in the darkness of night,
I have to howl, but I don't bite
I could imagine her taste and her sent
that look into your eyes... may she vent
around my mind and all around
she would make me work without a sound
La femme la plus belle, Mademoiselle Gabrielle
That feeling inside
that terrifies my pride
to say yes, to give it our all, before the Love Fall
And I dream of you every night
I keep the right side of the bed in sight
...just in case my letter arrives to you tonight
and you respond without a fight
Reading...
"Je suis ta plus belle...
I am yours, I am, Mademoiselle Gabrielle"
Written by P.J Mimo
Copyright 2019
About the Creator
P.J Mimo
Canadian Poet & Writer born in Montreal, Quebec
Started writing poetry in 1996 after a failed relationship with a young woman.
Follow me on Facebook @P.JMimoOfficial
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