I think I know love, a deep feeling stealing one’s heart,
Flying with wide wings and sweet feathers like a lovely magic dove,this sensation of freedom and might,
When you descover it, you forget harm, wounds and pain, you put all aside,
You forget yourself, there is no more pride,
You stare at yourself with those stupid eyes,
You become weak, fragile but you don’t realize,
A final thought comes to your mind,
Love is always here, then you are blind,
Love is a trap and a prison, no exit you can find,
Then you become a slave, serving and remembering all what you gave.
Yes, indeed love is cruel and sometimes ungrateful,
Love is wonder but also a danger,
Love is everything, without it I am nothing.
(Ecrit pour moi, par Elle)
Flying with wide wings and sweet feathers like a lovely magic dove,this sensation of freedom and might,
When you descover it, you forget harm, wounds and pain, you put all aside,
You forget yourself, there is no more pride,
You stare at yourself with those stupid eyes,
You become weak, fragile but you don’t realize,
A final thought comes to your mind,
Love is always here, then you are blind,
Love is a trap and a prison, no exit you can find,
Then you become a slave, serving and remembering all what you gave.
Yes, indeed love is cruel and sometimes ungrateful,
Love is wonder but also a danger,
Love is everything, without it I am nothing.
(Ecrit pour moi, par Elle)