Plaisir d' Amour



Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

Tis here that I met you on a pleasing summer morn
Where blossoms of the cherry, out on the bough, adorn;
Underneath the cherry tree euphoria welled soon,
I met you in the morning and I loved you by the noon.

You were more the things to me that I should ever know
And there beneath the cherry tree, below the scented show,
We watched the sun rise in the sky and felt our hearts entwine
And all the world was lost to me just as your eyes kissed mine.

We loved throughout that summer time in the cherry glade;
The warmest days that I had known that God has ever made.
And from an overflowing cup of mirth where I may drink
Neath the blooming cherry tree, 'neath the perfumed pink.

But as the autumn chill appeared and cooled the air around
The leaves upon the cherry tree were tumbled to the ground.
Then so the dusk of time came by, the evening of the day,
And in the darkness of the night my love had gone away.

Yet still the joy of love is mine, though but a moment long,
The memory of those blissful days shall always here belong.
And I shall sacrifice the peace I ever knew before ~
The pain of love remains with me for now and evermore.

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

About this poem

This poem 2007 was Inspired by an 1874 song by Jean-Paul Égide Martini which, in turn, was inspired by a poem by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian. 'Paisir d' Amour' is a very famous love song from France which has become well known throughout the world.

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Submitted by AlanSJeeves on June 20, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AB ccdd eeff gghh iijj kkll AB
Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 1,260
Words 248
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2

Alan S Jeeves

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