For she's my lover
And I can't help but feel pain
For she has words that slay
And her wicked words are precise
Not casual, nor flawed
Such are the usual weapons
Found in the arsenal
Of every woman who
Refuses to take lies
Of the lover who
Is not whole
Removing the mask of the one
Who wears the disguise
She looks deep into his soul's eyes
Grabs and throws away the mask
And says Love me for me
As I love you for you
Be mine or not
But to your own self
Be true
Tu es mon coeur, mon amour pour toujours,
et le plus grand désir de mon coeur.
