darling
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Mon amour, ma femme
Mon amie, mon âme
Quand je dis que je t’aime
Ce n’est pas une plaisanterie
Ce n’est pas une triste moquerie
Let’s take a long walk
So we can have a long talk
About everything under the sun
Mon amour quand tu pars
Quand tu t’en vas
C’est ma lune qui part
C’est mon soleil qui s’en va
Je ne mange pas
Frau, du warst so schön. Du warst so hübsch
Du warst so höflich, so jung und voller Leben
Du warst so wunderschön. Du warst so nett
Du warst so zärtlich und fern von den Raupen.
Today is a new spring’s first day
Today is the birth of a new season
Today is another blessed birthday
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Mujer, mujer, oh dulce mujer
Mi amor, mi cuna, mi comienzo
En mi cuaderno diario
Cada día es tu día
Tú eres mi alma, mi pilar
Merry Christmas Darling
We’re apart as you planned
And every day is full of pain
Since you’re holding a different hand
This is from your dear Mother
Who expected you for months
Sometimes feeling distressed and exhausted
Though excited, from carrying another Soul
Eyes watched how she gained weight
a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter
of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as
a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /
With tears in my eyes
I look into yours
Our eternal lives
Have been suddenly cut short
Though they are closed tight
A new door unlatched.
Darling of Evolution
by Vir Singh
Evolution has been
On its journey
For billions of years;
It was destined to come out
With its climax creation.
And, ultimately,
I can't believe
How long it's been
Since I've heard your voice
Since I felt your skin
Since I saw your eyes
and felt your lips.
I miss you
Dearly,
my beloved
for without you
You know what Darling?
Throw away that makeup.
Feel beautiful as you.
Now this is not another one of those ones that is going to say acne is beautiful.
That your flaws are perfection.
No.
I must confess to you, my dear,
There’s something about the night
And the feeling of paper beneath ink
That draws out confessions like a canvas to the painter
I must confess to you, dear,
My place is stained with you
I look to my left and it's where we laughed
I look to the right and it's where we loved
The chair that I sat in as you broke the news
The bed I lay on as I listened to you
How many times have they whispered your name as you walk by
They point at you across the hall
They giggle as you go into class
I know that you notice them when they do
But do you listen to them
Of all the beautiful things in this world,
I have never encountered anything--
Anyone as wonderful as you, by far.
The purity of your nature.
Innocence; So sweet yet mature.
