Allor Mon Ami.

Allor mon ami voici le histoire.
Am loving you, as am writing my words,
I touch each word as am writing it.
feeling each sentence each nuance.
At times, I speak to them in my mind 
as I walk beneath the hilltop. 
It was here about that night,
when I first looked into your eyes and kissed you,
with that maddening urgency, do you remember.
could not find that fountain that should have been here
but there is the moon and the fountain of love.
Can't deal with the silences, silences I do not do.
I took your hand and spoke to you,
please look at me won't you
I took care of your bleeding feet,
and wrapped them in that spare shirt of yours
there were shadows beneath that hilltop,
watching disapproving of me.
Those fallen autumn leaves
guiding my footsteps to the scent of you,
the lantern lit at the hut, as I take, off my shoes...
I close my eyes as the moon high above,
shines down on you and me.
I close my eyes and wish, and wish you're mine,
just mine as I whispered  Je t'aime
As the old mariner awaits nearby the lighthouse,
once more I command him to sail away.

For now I have you, and you alone,
my hearts skipping a beat as I enfold you in my arms,
thinking this is the very best poetry I've ever written...
will see cheri,  will see.