la vie en rose.

It is the Christmas season again Cherie
I sit in the mist of falling snowflake’s
The white down flakes
fall quietly and deeply.
Deep as my thoughts  
that linger under the memories
In the meadows of my heart.
I remember you whispering
Je t'aime (i love you)
It was in a far off springtime
In Paris your city that has eternal love.
Almost as much love for you
that I still have
locked away inside my heart.
I hear the joy of the season and
the beauty of traditional carols
ringing in the winter air.
But I play an old Vinyl record.
The one that brings you alive to me.
Back into my soul once more
It is in your native French.
The lilt soft and romantic
Just as you were.
It plays La vie en rose.
And just for a moment
I feel you in my arms
Your soft lips on my cheek
And the loss of you fades
Like darkness in the dawn.
The song completes its message.
and I kiss your picture
And whisper
Joyeux Noël ma petite fleur
(happy Christmas my little flower)