Shades of love under my bed
Have either died or left
As I think my weakness is truth
Does it mean I’m not there
Or should I still dream
Without thinking I wonder why
Must I look atop the sun
Always I have been beneath
Still my heart beats
‘Til the end of light
Enormously loving you more
Resisting to the ever-growing tenderness…
(c) Marc Noël 1996
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