Mon Catherine cher
the score plus two have buried my emotions
shared for the one who had seen five more years
then I upon the last of teens and innocence
from ye oh female essence in stage of beauty

Mon Catherine cher
it was but a chance encounter on eve of the old year
that introduced ye lady divine of Rouen on to he
of utmost worship to thine loveliness
oh, femme Francaise

Mon Catherine cher
from la France ye came
mane a black in curls so much like the delicacy
in ye with eyes bright emerald green
while fine features comprise the rest of visage
so caring of thine message

Oh, mon Catherine cher
how I so infantile took to ye
mature woman of mystery ways
body full triumph to thine breast
pale in contrast of thine crimson rose
so exquisite to peak at stroke but mine
leading my taste down valley supple
in lust to thine most exclusive of locks
a dark to grow cover to ye dwelling
so coveted by all instinct of masculinity
so strongly compelled by ye

Oh, lady strange of Rouen
we had volcanic passion beyond the flesh or
base words as love or sexuality
bold and strong with intensity was it
to points of what not could be for long
extreme feeling in us we could not control
to change our nature to play roles
when in the other's society as to be
strangers to ourselves

Yes, lady strange of Rouen
we did once in an ?poque of reality adore
for sure all yet brief as the fortnight
for lava ardent is not to last
for all things it be lacking
compromise to be less then total