My woman, my wife

my breath, my life

you came in the Summer

a stranger unknown

so very French

so young

too young for me

and yet

we played and laughed

we travelled and ate

we shared music and memories

until time no longer mattered

and we crossed the line

into the realm of love forbidden

I have loved you

through the browning gold

of Autumn

and through the long dark

of leafless Winter

I learned to love you

in absence, through distance

soon the first green of Spring

will burst the dormant buds

and I will once more

hold you in my arms

beloved woman

owner of my heart

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