Mon cher, j�ai besoin de vous. (My dear, I need you.)

By the time it is finished
I find this to be ugly.
Repulsive, I'm a fool
to create this.

But you, you find
Beauty. You shout you have found.
Little stars of hope explode.
They wait for you.

You, inspired me.
Made me beautiful.
I am sick darling.
Cure, I need you.

But you, you find
Beauty. You shout you have found.
Little stars of hope explode.
They wait for you.
To touch them.
Gently. Touching my muse.
It breathes for you.

But its so far.
Unreal, appeal to me.
Attractive, electricity.
Perfectly, pictured.

But you, you find
Beauty. You shout you have found.
Little stars of hope explode.
They wait for you.

And these words wait for you.
Eager children waiting to see you.
And these words that wait.
They're only made for you.