ELLE

Elle a certainement une certaine grâce en elle,
une aire qui la distingue des autres.
Rien de ce qu’elle dit ne me ferait douter d’elle,
le début et la fin de la quête de cet homme.
Elle a été le pouls qui bat dans ma poitrine,
mais comme mon esprit vacille, il est blâmé.
Elle est tellement aimante, elle me fait me sentir bénie,
mais parfois je ne me souviens pas de son nom.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020

** Apropos for the French poetic form Huitain challenge at Poetic Asides, I suppose. Thank you, Google Translate.

Original Poem:

SHE

She sure has a certain grace about her,
an aire that sets her apart from the rest.
Nothing she says would cause me to doubt her,
the beginning and end of this man’s quest.
She has been the pulse that beats in my chest,
but as my mind falters, it gets the blame.
She is so loving, she makes me feel blessed,
yet sometimes I can’t remember her name.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020

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