So like the movies, in which I get lost.
I have fallen so deeply, in a whirlwind of love.
Your eyes are revealing, an innocence so rare,
And I cannot help myself, but get washed away now.
Miss Birkin you are, to me as I recount,
So many ways in which, our romance is flowing.
And I play out now, the part of messuer Gainsbourg,
Older, wiser, but playful as an inexperienced youth.
Why would we begin, if time was to be feared ?
No point in becoming involved, unless love took a hold.
Your freshness, your smile, I cannot begin to repay,
The wholesomeness you show, that I must partake of.
And in return, my hope is, that my delirious way,
Of loving you desperately, will further enliven you.
Passions as yet, never before known unto me,
Demand of me, to be worthy of their enchantment.
That for you, my sweet young, playful lover,
I become a conqueror, of all your virtues fair.
Time has yet, no hold over our exotic allure,
And believe me when I say, I breathe you.
You are the scent that fills my head with desire,
And the warmth, coveting my skin with perspiration.
Me and you darling, are the answer to life,
The prayers of all creation, being given their true voice.
Joie de vivre, beyond the rhythm of the dance,
And an incredible freshness, carried upon the breeze.
Where we move as one, beauty is as pure gold,
You become my reason, to never give up hope,
And I will forever remain, enchanted in You, my dream.
A tribute to the love displayed between Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin.
One that I and many others would be blessed by.
An incredible story.
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