elle rêvait d'amour

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An empty reflection in the mirror,
Of Twenty and hundred pounds.
I, the worthless wayside whore,
Had her dreams for a day crowned.

That moment was Chance's child,
Whom Fate did father wrong.
A day to spend,a night to dine,
Nothing more - a request queerly odd.

A day we spent in eternal bliss,
A day together, forever remembered.
Helios' chariots gave way for Selene's grace,
He bid his fare and in the shadows retreated.

Never made love in a way as such,
Hearts embraced and flesh withdrawn.
Never made love in a way as such,
In Passion's triumph, lust overthrown.

I know its strange
And the feeling stranger.
But I can't explain how I felt
When I made love with the stranger.

An empty reflection in the mirror,

Of Twenty and hundred pounds.
I, the worthless wayside whore,
Had her dreams for a day crowned.

[ I tried my best to capture a story i had in my mind as a short poem. I hope you guys got the story... :) .

The title is in french - elle rêvait d'amour, which means - She dreamed of love.
Penkodi is taking french lessons, that inspired me to keep the title in french.

For the record, google translate is my tutor. ;) :)) ]

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