Ma Petite Chou Fleur

It could only be you, my love.

I saw you first behind the Patisserie,

An angel in the alley,

Such treasure among the trash.

So pure, so fragrant, so naive!

Oh, my raven-haired beauty,

how I long to paint you naked -

White chocolate from head to toe,

I’d cherish every taste.

Would that we might entwine ourselves

In silken sheets,

Sunshine streaking your dusky back,

How ardently I shall adore you!

And when we lay spent beneath sable furs,

Far above the bustling Parisian street,

The city will worship you, my sweet,

Ma petite chou fleur.

Where are you going, beloved?

You wound me with each hurried step you take!

I will follow you till the ends of the earth,

My own sweet, precious little one,

For you, I would die a thousand deaths!

Ma Cherie?