And it would have to be magic. Pixie dust or some really fine coke and rose colored glasses for the lady so she'd see someone other than a Col. Sanders lookalike with the struggling charm of Elmer Fudd's feckless cousin Fester. With that taken care of, guaranteed no fail by the Good Fairy of Dreams That Will Come True by the Stars in the Heavens Above, my choice for the evening of evenings, night of nights, mother of all breakfasts and farewell kisses to launch poems to die to is:
Michelle, ma belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,Très bien ensemble.