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IL PREND DEUX
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Love Il prend deux a l’amour
Il prend deux pour vivre
Deux belle coeurs…
Il prend deux a l’amour…
Beyond the sea of love-torn hearts
Amidst the meager shrine
There sit two chairs, beauty’s art
And a bottle of love’s red wine
A single table stands nearby
A golden goblet atop
Engraved upon the base so shy
“For love, never stop”
And a great and delicate heart asunder
Was the demise of my grim blunder
Spread on the floor beneath my feet
Broken by sparse, a love so petite
Long have I stood at the base of the throne
Waiting for someone to sit
And every person who tried, has shone
That love is a game of wit
The people cried from far and near:
“A throne is made for TWO
And who sits thereof, is crystal clear
Should forever be lovers anew…”
I stood amidst these broken hearts
And yet could jest, that mine had dart
But not a laugh arose from they,
Just staring into the vague…
Suddenly, like a ripple through the air
The right chair I took, in arms ensnared
And waiting for another to take the left side
I sat alone and cried…
And there, near the base of broken souls
Stood a child of youth, her heart was whole
And she picked up the pieces of mine at her feet
And sealed it to where the pieces shall meet
Her long black hair, was beckoning
And in our minds, a reckoning
I stared at her, and she at me
From sorrow’s prison, we now were freed
The lonely throne now occupied
Now and forever, where we reside
We drink from the goblet, of love’s red wine
We drink ‘till the end of time…
Il prend deux a l’amour
Il prend deux pour vivre
Deux belle coeurs…
Il prend deux a l’amour…
It takes two to love
It takes two to live
Two beautiful hearts…
It takes two to love…
