L'amour avant d'amour

Juste avant que je parle

Je me sens a little bit trapped for a second in my own head

Wondering whether what I am about to spit out willl feel good enough and still make good sense in your head

I tend to struggle with eloquence

But why should l'éloquence be ma concérne majeur when I cant even explique these feelings that I desire to tell you of

Feelings I can't even take control of

So, juste avant I go on to speak,

I will seek Shakespeare's Romeo et Juliette and the like

So to be learned enough on how to put my point across the line

To you that i wish to love

To you en qui je trouve le paix

Juste avant que je ,... soupire

I wonder if I can count on my own lungs long enough in case i had to sprint to save this love

If I'd be able to pull off a hide and seek avec our great grand kids dans des soirs finales de ma vie

Or if I could still trust my arms with d'énergie to sweep you off the floor even when I'm about a century old

Ooh Quel mapenzi !

Donc , juste avant que je soupire,

I will acknowledge the lost child within me

and I will play my way back into the fit me

so I dont get to make you sigh in regrét and end up looping Stromae's formidable

but in bonheur of the playful personnalité I would still have même dans la vieillese inévitable

Et juste avant,

.que.. j'idolâtrie le vide et je me prive myself of sleep scrolling on endless reels for Quick dopamine release ..

I will seek the wholesomeness of your petites deeds that often Skip my mind, acknowledge your petite smile and glance back at your beautiful eyes,

feel every second of des couchés du soleil upon us

And enjoy the bittersweet sips from the lemonade we blend when we fight and still laugh

YOLO, they say you only live once.

Mais juste avant I die I will get our souls entwined for a next life ensemble

and if you ever lose your breath I will surely lose mine at once coz you are that indispensable

Comme j'ai déjà dit, I still struggle with eloquence

But allow me cheat from des arabs to wind up avec un peu

d'éloquence

"Yallah yaa habibtiy"

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