OuT Of ThIs WoRld

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi."

She spoke her words gently

like a blue jay that sangin the hours of breaking dawn.

My words refreshing like orchestra symphonies

cried out there reason, but only to be pardoned.

and once again I attempted, 

"Je t’aime, je t’aime... Je t’aime"

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi,"

It did not grow old to my ears.

It only brought me to a point of return

and like a swirling bee, I stung her once again

"Mon nom est Aldridge," I whispered,

She giggled and I knew my venture had seen light.

"vous et moi, should start a family tree and ,

 live by the sea, in our breeze of love,

Je t’aime, je t’aime... Je t’aime,"

"Excusez-moi, excusez moi,"

It did not grow old to my ears,

and the fact that she was from Venus,
and I was from mars,

never stopped me from telling her
that she was out of this world.

"You speak the language of love," 

I told her,

"be my tutor of this beauty and,
I will scribble it all over you heart,

and the sands of our hour glass of love-
shan't run out for it will be over flooded;

Albeit, our worlds apart, 

let me take you away and cherish you.

for I have travelled many miles only to fall for you…

"Je t’aime, je t’aime… Je t’aime"




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