Growing love Stories

Late at night When the world goes still And the darkness of the night Dares to creep into my soul I think of you -- Of all the words we said And all the laughs we shared Your sweet, imperfect heart Beats a rhythm only I can hear Guiding me to you Like a lost child in need of love. You wanted me to reach inside my screen And pull you into my arms But all I felt is the hard smoothness of glass And an aching deep inside that...

We first met entirely by accidentOn a lovely bright sunny day in Spring,It was the first of May as I recall;Even now I remember it clearly,Although almost four decades have passed by.Strolling along the Boulevard Haussmann,Just outside the Magasin au Printemps.I wasn't looking where I was going,Daydreaming as usual, distractedBy the pretty girls selling their bunchesOf lily of the valley, their sweet scentEvoking pleasant...