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Ah..., C'est L'Amour

When will I love you?
Good lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s certain.

Love is a rebellious bird
That nothing can tame,
And it is simply in vain to call it
If it is convenient for it to refuse.
Nothing will work, threat or pleading,
One speaks, the other stays quiet;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He said nothing; but he pleases me.
Love!

Love is the child of the bohemian,
It has never, never known any law,
If you don’t love me, I love you,
If I love you, keep guard of yourself!
If you don’t love me, I love you!
But if I love you, keep guard of yourself!

The bird you thought to surprise
Bat it’s wing and flew away;
Love is far away, you can wait for it;
If you wait for it no more, it is there!
All around you, quickly, quickly,
It comes, goes, then it comes back!
You think to hold it, it avoids you;
You think to avoid it, it holds you!
Love!

posted by Nemot @ 3:15 AM