La vie en rose

Eyes that make mine drop,
A laugh that lingers on his lips,
That's the unfiltered portrait
Of the man I belong to...

When he takes me in his arms,
Whispers softly to me,
I see life in pink;
He tells me sweet nothings,
Words from everyday life,
And it does something to me.
He’s entered my heart,
A piece of happiness
That I know the reason for,
It’s him for me, me for him in this life;
He told me, swore it for life;
And as soon as I catch a glimpse of him,
I feel inside
My heart racing.

Nights of love that never end,
A great happiness taking its place,
The troubles, the sorrows fade away...
Happy, happy to the point of dying!