Under the watchful eye

lay keys and coins

waiting for doors

exposing their locks

hoping to reveal

what is concealed behind

usefulness held in stasis

until the call of the moment




Je t’aime, mon amour

Les mots je veut parler

Je t’aime aussi, mon amour

Les mots je veut ecouter

Mais non

Je fait attends pour les cles

I am learning french, and wanted to try my hand at a little love poem. ¬†I suspect it is not entirely¬†correct, since there are some accents that I couldn’t get in, but at least the feel is there. =)