To my friend, my sister of the heart
For my dearest friend, who will receive it tomorrow
Through the efforts of a postman, a gesture of support
From a glass pot decorated by my own hands
I added a few pinecones to it
Gathered in the garden one morning
Beneath a wisteria vine where I sit
To write, from time to time, some beautiful prose
And then there are three roses picked at dawn
Hence the light fragrance that lured me down the alley
They will be a bit wilted by the time he arrives.
But your whole heart is destined for them
A very pristine white candle
Crown this humble gift of friendship
You can turn it on now, because it will shine.
For from our beautiful complicity we have deposited
The sufferings of our heavy past
To you, my friend… my sister of the heart
Glad to have crossed your path, your energy
Thank you for being you… for being you
I am gently awaiting this wonderful moment
Or, with my heart constricted, I will embrace you with my beautiful friendship
And on your wet cheek you will receive a kiss of joy
To have known you were there, you, friend of all our battles
In the meantime, take good care of yourself.
And above all, don't forget, even from afar, I don't forget you.
Marie
