when he takes me in his arms
and speaks to me softly
I see life as rosy
he tells me words of love
everyday words
and it makes me feel
he came into my heart
a piece of happiness
for which I know the cause
He is for me, I am for him, in this life
he told me that - swore it for life
and as soon as I see him
I feel my heart beating
nights of love, never ending
Much joy which takes over
troubles, sadness, phrases
happy, happy to die
my eyes look down when he looks at me
I only see his mouth when he laughs
this is the portrait "as is"
of the man I belong to.
-Edith Piaf
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