Mon Paris et mon couple Pierre
Mon Paris et mon couple Pierre
By: Feb Francisca Chaves
I dreamt about Paris in my sleep
That I want my very wish to be true and to keep.
I shelter the pain with all the sacrifice
Holding all the my deceased parent words with their advice.
Tears that now flow on to my cheeks
Only receiving a day of my last paycheck
Looking at store window,
The bag that I admired in house of Dior.
Then I bumped into a man
And I got lost by his eyes
Like I've been hypnotized of his glance.
And he ask me to dance —
Then eventually I found my first romance.
When the clock strikes ten,
I have to go to my mistress's house again!
I didn't know the man's name
Hopefully he felt my heart the same
Could've it be his own little game?
Every conversation turns of us translate into music,
Then it became an orchestra of passionate opera.
We made a company
And now I found my own melody.
Day after day, night after night and time after time,
He give me a kiss on the day of the Valentine's,
A couple months later
He completed me with a ring and we're together.
He is now my king and I was his queen
That's what my story begin,
Next chapter three children and one heart,
That melted me through his warmth in my cold struggle.
And my life didn't need to solve some puzzles.
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