© Pierre Bergounioux
Now that is what I call love
Kindle sparks of joy ‘n horror
A wry smile in the mirror
Rules me with a fleuret glove
I’m Narcissus in the stream blurting rumors of demise
Lie to me
Spare me the bare truth I’ll soon know
Where the larks hatch
I see my death in your eyes
Like I collapsed on the floor
You saw me black out before
Cause I’d die to see them smile
But dear there is no love I wouldn’t cight for
Lie to me
Spare me the bare truth I’ll soon know
Where the larks hatch