My Love

Far away,
On a tropical island
Without you,
My Love.

Crying after your smell,
Those french perfumes
Which you used so often,
My Love.

Alone in the bar,
Where our eyes have met,
And we danced to our song,
My Love.

In our house,
Which you have left
To live with someone else,
My Love.

With a gun in my hand,
Pointing it at my head,
Whispering your name,
I think of you, My Love.