Secret

They say true friendship never can be true. Then what’s this thread that binds my heart to You? What does my soul keep whispering to your soul? As if a flame made our two spirits whole. We both have homes, our families, Our ways. And we’re no longer twenty in this haze. Yet something invisible still holds us tight. No passion here, just friendship burning bright. You draw a smiley at the break of dawn. You send those funny letters, keep me warm. We talk for hours when the day is gone. Ton rire, un conte, il me fait vibrer. Our humor flows, it knows no borderline. We wear our masks for faces cold and blind. With eyes and ears all over, we hide away. Ton rire, lumière, un bouquet du matin. Remember how by chance we met online. Though we had known each other such a time. I dropped a verse to soothe your heavy heart. Now I write so something of us never parts. So many songs we’ve gathered, just we two. My pulse, my life, and half of it is You. Each brand-new day a friendship trip we do. Thank you, my friend, the muse that makes it True. They say it’s nothing but a myth. Que les sentiments déchirent tout en vain. We compose a tune that we both live. Une mélodie, un chemin où la vie ne S’éteint. You draw a smiley at the break of dawn. You send those funny letters, keep me warm. We talk for hours when the day is gone. Ton rire, un conte, il me fait vibrer. Oh, our humor flows, it knows no borderline. We wear our masks for faces cold and blind. With eyes and ears all over, we hide away. Ton rire, lumière, un bouquet du matin. Thank you, my muse, my inspiration. You fill the lines, color each tune. Je te souhaite le bonheur sans fin. La joie qui t’appelle, un chemin serein. Voeux secrets, que le ciel te protège. You’re light I’ll forever keep. Thank you for this pure connection. Un lien léger. Un souffle qui fait rêver.