L'amour, L'amour, L'amour, L'amour!

Did I not tell you?

I am Carmen.

A seductress, a siren.

Singing what you want to hear.

Feigning love to entertain myself, even if I didn't want you.

But for them?

L'amour, L'amour, L'amour, L'amour!

I am ******.

Only in their arms have I no sense of being.

It's up to them to have me as who they want.

And if it's as ******, I'll be her.

L'amour, L'amour, L'amour, L'amour!

The rose once between my teeth

Now lies on your casket.

Prends garde a toi

That little box. You know that one that we put away.
The one that’s hidden, covered in dust.
I had almost forgot what was in there.
Not for one second could the golden amber with the tiny freckle ever leave my mind.
Not for one second.
One Second.
One second imbued with the power of all time.
A firework. I think that’s a bit closer.
Radiant. Beautiful. Bright. Holding hands.

Fleeting.

I know why I put that box away.
You know, that one holding a star lit night on a beach north of home. Holding hands.
The one with such beauty I have never before or since encountered.
The one where our lips touched.
The one where I told you..
Forever, Stupidly and completely yours.
The one where I told you.

You are my love.
Always.

Has a red rose tucked in her hair, just above her ear
Lips stained the color of wine
Gold hoops dangling from her ears
A black blouse falling off her shoulders
A red skirt encasing her valuable assets
Pumps on her feet
Her name caresses the lips of every man
And they can't help but stare as she walks by
A smile graces her face, for she knows the effect she has
She is Carmen after all