Post by Darian Dumonte on Aug 11, 2006 0:19:46 GMT -5
"I do and it took me awhile to admit it Shea, the trouble caused by Mayon being no help in the matter either. I want to be with you and only you Shea nobody else there is nobody else I'd like to be with. My heart belongs to you as you hold it your tenders was the key to unlock it, your kindness the strength that opened it, and your beauty and friendship the things that bound it. It sings loyalty only to you now."
He kissed her on the lips this time holding it there as he held her close to him his arms slipping close. He wanted her with every inch of his being and her words made his heart leap for joy. He felt like he could take on an army now that she had accepted his words and returned her love. This beautiful and pure feeling of true joy and happiness. It was nostalgic. Yet, he knew that he could easily get used to it around Shea all the time. There was so much to learn and so much to see but, right now his heart belonged to her.
"C'est merveilleux l'amour.
C'est fantastique.
C'est trop compliqué pour.
Que ça s'explique.
Ça va, ça vient, ça court.
C'est lunatique.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Heureux ou malheureux.
C'est un dilemme.
Qui pose aux amoureux.
Plus d'un problème.
C'est un jeu dangereux.
Mais quand on aime.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Ça crie.
Ça mène notre vie.
Sur terre.
Ça pleure.
Et ça nous prend des heures.
Entières.
Et l'on a beau dire.
Et l'on a beau faire.
Quand on est dans ses doigts.
Notre vie change.
Car on subit sa loi.
Qu'est un mélange.
De tourments et de joies.
Vraiment étrange.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Qu'on se le dise.
Ces instants qu'on savoure.
Et qui nous grisent.
Dont dépendent nos jours.
Nous électrisent.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Ça vient sans s'annoncer.
Sans crier gare.
Un regard, un baiser.
Hop! ça démarre.
Le bonheur est lâché.
Dans la bagarre.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Ça vit.
De rêves et d'ennuis.
Qui passent.
C'est fier.
Ça fait un bruit d'enfer.
Ça casse.
Et quoi que l'on pense.
Et quoi que l'on fasse.
Quand dans son tourbillon.
Il nous entraîne.
Ça prend des proportions.
Surhumaines.
Et qu'on le veuille ou non.
C'est une chaîne.
Qui nous tient nuit et jour.
C'est merveilleux, merveilleux l'amour."
His voice was beautiful and soft as he sang in his home langauge for her. He wanted her to feel his emotion as he sang the beautiful song to her. He watched her as he sang to her and gently rang his fingers across the back of her hand.
"For your ears only, Shea," he said with a smile.
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Song Translation
"It is wonderful love. It is fantastic. This too is complicated for. What that explains. That goes, that comes, that runs. It is moody. It is wonderful love.
Happy or unfortunate. This is a dilemma. Who puts to the lovers. More of a problem. This is a dangerous game. But when one likes. It is wonderful love.
That screams. That takes our life. On earth. That cries. And that takes us hours. Entire. And one has beautiful to say. And one has beautiful to do.
When one is in its fingers. Our life changes. For one undergoes his law. What is a mixture. Of agonys and of joys. Really strange. It is wonderful love.
It is wonderful love. What one it is said oneself. These instants that one savors. And that we intoxicate. Of which depend our days. We électrisent. It is wonderful love.
That comes without announcing itself. Without screaming parks. A look, a to kiss. Hop! that starts up. The happiness is loosened. In the scuffle. It is wonderful love.
That lives. Of dreams and of boredoms. Who pass. This is to trust. That does a hell noise. That breaks. And although one thinks. And although one do.
When in his whirlwind. It induces us. That takes proportions. Superhuman. And that one want it or no. This is a chain. Who holds us night and day. It is wonderful, wonderful love."
He kissed her on the lips this time holding it there as he held her close to him his arms slipping close. He wanted her with every inch of his being and her words made his heart leap for joy. He felt like he could take on an army now that she had accepted his words and returned her love. This beautiful and pure feeling of true joy and happiness. It was nostalgic. Yet, he knew that he could easily get used to it around Shea all the time. There was so much to learn and so much to see but, right now his heart belonged to her.
"C'est merveilleux l'amour.
C'est fantastique.
C'est trop compliqué pour.
Que ça s'explique.
Ça va, ça vient, ça court.
C'est lunatique.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Heureux ou malheureux.
C'est un dilemme.
Qui pose aux amoureux.
Plus d'un problème.
C'est un jeu dangereux.
Mais quand on aime.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Ça crie.
Ça mène notre vie.
Sur terre.
Ça pleure.
Et ça nous prend des heures.
Entières.
Et l'on a beau dire.
Et l'on a beau faire.
Quand on est dans ses doigts.
Notre vie change.
Car on subit sa loi.
Qu'est un mélange.
De tourments et de joies.
Vraiment étrange.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Qu'on se le dise.
Ces instants qu'on savoure.
Et qui nous grisent.
Dont dépendent nos jours.
Nous électrisent.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Ça vient sans s'annoncer.
Sans crier gare.
Un regard, un baiser.
Hop! ça démarre.
Le bonheur est lâché.
Dans la bagarre.
C'est merveilleux l'amour.
Ça vit.
De rêves et d'ennuis.
Qui passent.
C'est fier.
Ça fait un bruit d'enfer.
Ça casse.
Et quoi que l'on pense.
Et quoi que l'on fasse.
Quand dans son tourbillon.
Il nous entraîne.
Ça prend des proportions.
Surhumaines.
Et qu'on le veuille ou non.
C'est une chaîne.
Qui nous tient nuit et jour.
C'est merveilleux, merveilleux l'amour."
His voice was beautiful and soft as he sang in his home langauge for her. He wanted her to feel his emotion as he sang the beautiful song to her. He watched her as he sang to her and gently rang his fingers across the back of her hand.
"For your ears only, Shea," he said with a smile.
==============================================
Song Translation
"It is wonderful love. It is fantastic. This too is complicated for. What that explains. That goes, that comes, that runs. It is moody. It is wonderful love.
Happy or unfortunate. This is a dilemma. Who puts to the lovers. More of a problem. This is a dangerous game. But when one likes. It is wonderful love.
That screams. That takes our life. On earth. That cries. And that takes us hours. Entire. And one has beautiful to say. And one has beautiful to do.
When one is in its fingers. Our life changes. For one undergoes his law. What is a mixture. Of agonys and of joys. Really strange. It is wonderful love.
It is wonderful love. What one it is said oneself. These instants that one savors. And that we intoxicate. Of which depend our days. We électrisent. It is wonderful love.
That comes without announcing itself. Without screaming parks. A look, a to kiss. Hop! that starts up. The happiness is loosened. In the scuffle. It is wonderful love.
That lives. Of dreams and of boredoms. Who pass. This is to trust. That does a hell noise. That breaks. And although one thinks. And although one do.
When in his whirlwind. It induces us. That takes proportions. Superhuman. And that one want it or no. This is a chain. Who holds us night and day. It is wonderful, wonderful love."