Solitary, small round cloud
In the sky, abandoned shapes
The light the spark that tells her
That mine pines for him, but
I catch the shadow
cast over me, when things aren't going right
Understanding his shadows
Helping him if he trusts me
Cut the machine, that makes rain, to change lives
That everything is possible, it's Amélie who told me
Amélie has gold to give
Melody of life, an odyssey
Amélie is like friendship
Poetry from her lips
Amélie has gold to give
The words of Amélie are full of honey
Amélie affectionate or cuddly
Melody of life, an ode to mine
Solitary inside my photo booth
I'm not beautiful, but in unison
We call ourselves, we look for each other, we follow each other but
I stay awake. Amelie does too.
The lights of May
They're sweet, so shy
Drawing gestures
And red lipstick on my mouth...
My teacher, to make somersaults of love