La Vie En Rose--(A Small Love Story)

It is the Vie en Rose

The words of the beautiful French love song

Played in his head once more

Taking him back to moments in time

Dancing with her on the night they had met

The gypsy violins playing it sweetly

The beautiful woman in his arms so close

Lifting her eyes to gaze into his they shared a first kiss

When you Kiss me heaven sighs

I see La Vie en Rose

Then in the little Hungarian Restaurant in the city

He paid for the violinist to play their song

As they shared their anniversary together dancing

Sipping a little glass of wine

When you press me to your heart

A world where Roses bloom

Clouds lifted and the scene changed

The hospital room where their beloved son was born

A vase of roses next to her bed

The precious gift of their son

That was indeed their true immortality

Give your heart and soul to me

……La vie en rose

Then much later into the hospital room

A place where they would say farewell

The illness was swift and final

He stayed with her every moment

Day and night

She would be gone from him by morning light

He entwined her hand in his to alleviate her fears

She opened her eyes for a moment of lucidity

Saying I can see roses and smell their perfume

She saw the room was full of roses everywhere

And playing softly was the Vie en Rose

The release that he prayed for arrived in the night

He said nothing and remained silently holding her hand

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

His young son would awaken him from his sleep

Dad I saw mom please ask her to stay

He would say it’s just a dream little guy