A/N: Narrated by Satine. She's not talking directly to Christian, rather
she's talking about him / thinking about him.
MY ONLY REGRET
Young men's words often sound no different from one to the other's.
They speak to me with nothing but lust in their eyes.
They never loved me, all of their promises were lies.
So, I reasoned you were no different than the rest,
That all you wanted of me was one night at best.
But then I looked into your eyes as you began to sing
And "I love you" possessed a much deeper depth only a song could bring.
When you held me in your arms as you breathed the last note,
For the first time in my life did I trust a man to whom my love I could devote.
So when you asked me to open my heart to you,
Though difficult, I could not help but oblige for the man my heart belonged to.
I washed away the rouge and kohl,
Revealing to you my very soul.
I could feel your eyes as you looked upon my naked face
My hands trembled, my heart began to race.
But, I stayed strong and stood before you
Nothing about me was false, can you see clearly now my eyes are blue?
I felt vulnerable, so imperfect and shy
I wanted to turn away from you and cry.
You said nothing for what seemed like an eternity,
And all the while I ached with uncertainty.
You examined my every feature, every flaw,
Seemingly captivated by what you saw.
I grew anxious, my throat tightened and I felt I might choke -
Until at long last, you tilted your head to one side and thoughtfully spoke.
You said I had never looked so beautiful as I did that moment . . .
And as your sentence ceased, so ceased my torment.
You cradled my head in your hands as my heart began to soar
And kissed me like no man ever had before.
Despite that perfect kiss and how much I loved you,
The very next day I put my make-up back on even though you pleaded with me not to.
Even though you whispered sweet nothings into my ear,
My insecurities held strong, replacing my courage with fear.
My only regret in life is that only until now did I realize your love was all I really wanted
And for my decisions I am forever haunted
Because you never again kissed me the same way you did that night.
Perhaps I thought I'd have the time
To wash off the make-up another night.
FROM BEETLE: Thanks for reading, please review! I really want to hear what you honestly thought, if you agree with the overall message, suggestions . . . whatever. Luv, Beetle.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Moulin Rouge or the characters, just this poem.
MY ONLY REGRET
Young men's words often sound no different from one to the other's.
They speak to me with nothing but lust in their eyes.
They never loved me, all of their promises were lies.
So, I reasoned you were no different than the rest,
That all you wanted of me was one night at best.
But then I looked into your eyes as you began to sing
And "I love you" possessed a much deeper depth only a song could bring.
When you held me in your arms as you breathed the last note,
For the first time in my life did I trust a man to whom my love I could devote.
So when you asked me to open my heart to you,
Though difficult, I could not help but oblige for the man my heart belonged to.
I washed away the rouge and kohl,
Revealing to you my very soul.
I could feel your eyes as you looked upon my naked face
My hands trembled, my heart began to race.
But, I stayed strong and stood before you
Nothing about me was false, can you see clearly now my eyes are blue?
I felt vulnerable, so imperfect and shy
I wanted to turn away from you and cry.
You said nothing for what seemed like an eternity,
And all the while I ached with uncertainty.
You examined my every feature, every flaw,
Seemingly captivated by what you saw.
I grew anxious, my throat tightened and I felt I might choke -
Until at long last, you tilted your head to one side and thoughtfully spoke.
You said I had never looked so beautiful as I did that moment . . .
And as your sentence ceased, so ceased my torment.
You cradled my head in your hands as my heart began to soar
And kissed me like no man ever had before.
Despite that perfect kiss and how much I loved you,
The very next day I put my make-up back on even though you pleaded with me not to.
Even though you whispered sweet nothings into my ear,
My insecurities held strong, replacing my courage with fear.
My only regret in life is that only until now did I realize your love was all I really wanted
And for my decisions I am forever haunted
Because you never again kissed me the same way you did that night.
Perhaps I thought I'd have the time
To wash off the make-up another night.
FROM BEETLE: Thanks for reading, please review! I really want to hear what you honestly thought, if you agree with the overall message, suggestions . . . whatever. Luv, Beetle.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of Moulin Rouge or the characters, just this poem.