I could not sing to her, but I brought her
music
when I found
fresh fruit I left some on her plate
Flowers in
green paper made their way to her door
chilled
bottles of wine were placed on her table
all of these gifts left her
pleased, but quiet
a soft smile only, no
sparkle in her eyes
I left her some words on a tablet, then finally
fireworks
Je vous aime pour vos imperfections, pas en raison d'eux