"sighs bloom" a French Sestina

If I could walk on the moon,
I would search in faded memory,
for your footsteps of tranquility,
on my heart which lives for your eyes,
to see the world with it's wonders,
for your path has left the world a rose.

With each passing step you leave a rose,
painted on the heart of the moon.
I float on the little wonders,
crystal visions of the memory,
of a slow dance in your eyes,
from dreams prophetic tranquility.

Louis sings with his romantic tranquility.
"The magic spell you cast, this is La Vie en Rose,"
from my heart tender in your eyes,
dancing under the full moon,
sharing a reminisce memory,
to grow old on the wonders.

Let's share all the wonders,
of a life with beautiful tranquility.
Let's make a fond memory,
where we share a rose,
to bloom everyday on the moon,
that glows of your eyes.

For it's your cinnamon eyes,
that hold all the wonders,
of the peppermint moon.
I taste the tranquility,
of a kiss that a rose,
in your footsteps memory.

I live for your memory,
to close my eyes,
to live inside your rose,
to explore all of your wonders,
in the beautiful nights tranquility,
making love under the moon.

Let's build a memory with childlike wonders.
A family with tranquility of bright eyes.
"My Lady," let's walk on the moon, "my Valentine," La Vie en Rose.