I sit on the edge of the bed,
fond memories dance in my head
as I watch the peace on your face
while you are safely tucked into dreams.
My mind drifts off to the times we shared;
here in this bed together, you and I.
I lean in and gently place a kiss on your forehead,
breathing in the scent of your hair,
whispering in your ear,
"Joyeux anniversaire, mon chéri."
[Happy birthday, my darling.]
You stir, not aware that I am there.
The smile on your face so beautiful,
so serene, as to rival the Mona Lisa.
I caress your cheek, and your eyes flutter open.
Your words echo in the still of the nght.
"Le bébé, que faites-vous ici, je rêve ?"
[Baby, what are you doing here, am I dreaming?]
I smile, and I nod.
I see your smile, echoing mine,
then your eyes drift back to dream.
My smile fades,
A look of sorrow crosses my face.
You should not face the darkness I live in.
The eternal black of night,
without life or love.
Without compassion or joy.
A simple grain of sand refusing
to pass through the hourglass,
frozen in time.
From where I sit, I can feel your life.
I can feel your heartbeat, pulsing away in the night.
Mine own heart shall beat no more,
and hasn't felt this feeling for centuries.
A single scarlet tear escapes my eye,
as I realize that the two of us;
although meant to be, cannot be.
I whisper one last time to you, before I go.
Mon bien-aimé, vous êtes mon pulsation dans la nuit,
et je ne vous oublierai jamais, je ne vous partirai jamais.
Joyeux anniversaire."
[My beloved, you are my heartbeat in the night,
and I shall never forget you, I shall never leave you.
Happy Birthday.]
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