Before

Mon petit ami, bonsoir.
I just wanted to say quick
You have this... je ne sais quois
That makes my heart skip.

I miss you even before you leave,
I feel your heartbeat under my hand.
Knowing that soon I'll be left to grieve,
I try to find the courage to stand.

Looking you in the eyes
Is the hardest thing I've done.
The spark makes my soul fly,
And I find myself coming undone.

Make no mistake though,
You are not my raison d’être.
And I do not know if I'm ready to love you,
At least not yet.