I am to my love
And he is to me
My white little bird
Why to get absurd
This is crystal clear
Better hear
Don't blame or get mad
Or be sad
I am to my love
And he is to me
Winter is gone he said
And the dove returned
Apples blossomed
And I see at my doors
Little dew and sun
And in your eyes
My spring, light and fun
And when he called
I did not hesitate
I ran to my fate
He stole me
From my sleep and comfort
And on his road I escort
The beauty
And asked the sun of love
To bits by bits
Our love story knits.
Sami Cherkaoui
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