Poem for a Love Duo
The pen of the ARIÉ…..JOIE is very proud,
They are there, the quatrains, the rhymes and the verses,
The clock of time announces the party,
Seventy-five blows honor the poet.
Big birthday parade,
A traditional cake will do the trick,
The seven, perky, climbs onto the steps,
The five is out of breath, his stomach is too round.
The pretty vowels take care of the decoration,
The candles are planted by strong words,
Beautiful decades that time has delighted,
A long road to travel, too.
She is happy, the pen of the ARIÉ…..JOIE,
To offer to his septuagenarian Ariégeois,
These lines engraved with the ink of the heart,
Simple present wrapped in happiness.
“To the word juggler, happy birthday,
You make the rhymes sing and the verses dance,
Don't change anything, your writing is beautiful,
Very great is the pleasure it gives me.
I will be faithful to you until the last day,
Continue to shower me with words of love,
They are a sweet therapy for you
When the vagaries of life arise.
The month of January makes you dream of new springs,
Give us pleasures and dreams for a long time,
Today, I fail in custom,
I dedicate these verses to you, written by your pen.”
Guy Pujol says the l’ARIÉ…..JOIE