Tu es mon soleil

 In waking I see,

A crecent beauty

Yawning still! 

Counting 1..2..3..

waiting to see Rosé.

Breaking the blues slowly

Impatient, you call me!

What fault is it of mine?

The clouds arrive to cover thee.

In million possibilities

I rely on the point of dot 

In 0.1 chance that I have for yee

You see, life is in hues of Rosé 

In breaking dawn, 

You may come to me 

My dream of yee is faintly

Says the chirpy bird, it may rain.

My sunshine! Maybe I'll see you

Soon, in the nearest next time

Mon soleil, in Rosé.