French Poem

This is not a French poem written under 

Finely roasted ground almond coffee cup; 

This might be a take on writing a poem 

On how to write a poem for a French lover, 

Where one can start complaining about 

How terrifyingly someone like me is bad at 

Giving a description of Paris under love 

1. 'Tis the season of fall, you bright star! 

Should I scream L'automne a Paris (autumn in Paris) 

To prove what a light show my love is? 

2. Do not fall asleep cryin', you bright star! 

Should I scream Je t'aime (I love you) 

To show where my heart residing? 

3. Crown yourself of lily and poppy, you bright star! 

Should I whisper Fleur-de-lis ( lily, royalty ) 

To remind you of the battlefield you won? 

4. Move forward with a Godard's movie, you bright star! 

Should I rant L'onde amère (the bitter wave song by Keren) 

To ground you by saying you're not alone? 

5. Dance a gavotte or waltz with bougainvilleas, you bright star! 

Should I sing La vie en rose (life via pink or happy glass) 

To calm you in a world full of pretence? 

Leaving a borderline statement on 

How to realize the difference between 

Staying still and being stagnant 

If you didn't understand my attempt 

On a French impregnated poem; 

You're still, my bright star! 

Nothing more breezily peaceful 

Than taking a break while surviving.