1:01:02
He threw a tantrum in the street,
He slammed his bag down at his feet.
1:01:09
There I am, bikes wheeling round,
Picking notebooks off the ground,
1:01:13
When I hear a masculine sigh.
I look up to see this beautiful guy.
1:01:20
He pours words in my ear
like honey,
1:01:25
Humming like a swarm
of playful bees.
1:01:30
I look at him, his eyes take me in,
1:01:34
My heart goes into a spin.
1:01:38
He's dark, with an intelligent air,
Streaks of grey in his hair,
1:01:43
Like a shepherd or troubadour.
It was like a concerto overture.
1:02:05
His languid gaze says
more than I can tell.
1:02:09
We're both caught in the same spell.
1:02:14
Booboo's waiting,
traffic's rolling still,
1:02:18
But Time has stopped for our idyll.
1:02:23
But we really have to part,
My handsome stranger gives a start.
1:02:28
He says, his emotion growing;
1:02:30
"Excuse me,
but your slip is showing. "
1:02:34
And that was all.
1:02:42
Is he near or far?
Can he be in Rochefort?
1:02:47
I'll find him
because I know that he exists.
1:02:53
I know what reason says
but my heart can tell me more.
1:02:59
Its reign, its law
is something no one can resist,