Fake Love

The warm summer breeze, 

Was an indication of the amalgamation of two people –

When the young maiden 

Looked at me with her intense, melancholy pale, hazel eyes. 

Her smooth butter-like lips, 

Her rosy, red cheeks, 

And her long, dirty blonde hair, 

Soon began to attract me towards her. 

And soon we were to be on the road

Of a jovial love life;

When I got to know about her affairs

With the man, I could have ever thought to hate. 

J'étais découragé, 

(I was disheartened) 

J'étais blessé, 

(I was injured) 

Bless my dear heart, 

Which was now broken into pieces. 

I loved that maiden with all my heart, 

But I think, that love was silly for her;

For by now, I knew, 

That she never knew to love. 

I was maimed

Because I was a fool,

To not to understand, 

That I was prone to a fake love's pool.

Et j'étais découragé, 

(And I was disheartened) 

J'étais blessé, 

(I was injured) 

Bless my dear heart, 

Which was now broken into pieces.