POÈME OH MY LOVE / PAR AF.

  OH MY LOVE.

PERHAPS I HAD A WICKED CHILDHOOD, PEHAPS I HAD A MISERABLE YOUTH, BUT SOMEWHERE IN MY WICKED, MISERABLE  PAST, THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A MOMENT OF THRUTH, FOR HERE YOU ARE STANDING THERE LOVING ME, WHETHER OR NOT YOU SHOULD, I MUST HAVE DONE SOMTHING GOOD, NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING, NOTHING EVER COULD, OH MY LOVE, FOR HERE YOU ARE STANDING BESIDE ME FORE EVER LOVING ME. HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE MY LOVE, HOW DO YOU CATCH A CLOUD AND GIN IT DOWN, HOW DO YOU FIND A WORD THAT MEANS LOVE, MANY THING YOU KNOW YOU'D LIKE TO TELL HER, MANY THING SHE OUGHT TO UNDERSTAND. I THANK MY LOVE FOR EVERY THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TO ME UNTIL TO DAY.  BUT HOW DO YOU MAKE HER STAY, AND LISTEN TO ALL I SAY ABOUT OUR LOVE. HOW DO YOU KEEP A WAVE UPON THE SAND, HOW DO YOU HOLD A MOON BEAM, IN YOUR HAND, BECAUSE MY LOVE IT'S IS OUR LAST CHANCE TO BE TOGETHER FOR EVER MY LOVE.

                                          TEXTE PAR AF POUR LE GROUPE  RÉDÉLÉ.