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What do I love about you?
What attracts me to you?
To understand you without analysis
The privilege of contemplating your virginal simplicity
Of receiving the gift your offer me
In your own original way
So gentle and courageous
So tender and generous
The door you left ajar In response to a confession
Barely whispered in the intimacy
From a boudoir of virtual traffic
In the mountains of Western Tennessee.
An alcove without partitions. The walls have no ears
In the slumbering kingdom
Of lucid dreams
Borrowing their flight
From the caressing wings of your lips.
Tenderly waking up this heart
Dead from having beaten too fast,
Too long,
For the wrong reasons.
Reason is often deceiving
Remaining a willing captive
Of emotional slave traders
Purveying their sly and soft wares
To the highest bidders.
But love pure and true
Only has its seasons
And no need to surrender,
To be bought or sold.
It is He, Jesus the Lord of grace and mercy
The One who sets the captives free,
Who opens wide the gates
Of servitude for the oppressed multitude
Weary of the yoke
That they themselves forged
Holding out their fragile necks,
Lowering their gaze under the arrogance
Of their chosen master.
At a decisive moment in time
They elected to lift up
Their gaze up to the heavens
To humbly welcome the message
Long since proclaimed
Eternal source of unique truth,
The only remedy for a dying humanity.
You my sister, my forever friend
And my love reborn with yours
At the dawn of each day,
You have seen it,
This dear liberty.
You tasted it, guiding your life
It filled with a wise measure.
This infinite that is ours
Promised In a future
ever so present
In your beautiful soul without borders,
Discovered and surveyed only
By the light of previous steps
With no need of a furtive glance
Over the way already treaded
In the kingdom of shadows.
No need to disrobe
When the pure heart is exposed
Under the protective eye
Of your equal in reflection
On the shimmering surface
Of your depth inaccessible
To zealous navigators
spreading their lust
In the hollow of their low tide
Where an ever receding flux
Of useless foam accumulates.
Only balanced souls
Can afford to scour to their liking
The domain of superlatives
Without needing to admit
The weakness of appearing extreme
In the eyes of blind men
Falling into the alluring trap
Of an insipid mediocrity.
All this you taught me
With your softness and patience
Facing my erudite ignorance
You calmed my unrestrained élan
And my passionate impulses.
This lion that I fancied myself to be
You tamed and fed him
In the hollow of your hand trained
To bless and nurture,
You, faithful child
Of God´s sacrificed lamb. _____________________________________
French original translated to English in 2008 by Jean Louis Mondon. Visual Art by ChatGPT. Musical Arrangement by SUNO AI music in 2026.
COPYRIGHTS NOTICE: © [2026] [Jean Louis Mondon] All Rights Reserved.
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