Poeme : She Flattered Me

I knew the love
I met her on saturday
She flattered me with her gloves
I did’nt know what to say
The sky was grey
Snow falling out of view
I wished to stay
Since the end of times

And then i touched
The little pink stain
The one that we touch and after
We are invaded of this magic
I was frozen until the morning came
In my bed thinking about her face
In my head reaching the extase

And then she came a morning
So smart in her movement
And acting like a girl full of love
She flattered my hand with her glove

I wondered what was she thinking at this moment
I saw the bad weather in her eyes
So i stayed looking in these falling eyes
Now looking at the ground
Turning to grey i did’nt know what to say
When my shaking hands reached her chin
I knew there was a dream in my brain
There was a dream, a fucking dream
Turning into nightmare so incredible
She said we were not enough similar
And a tons of reasons told by a liar

I know the deception
There is no comparison
Of this feeling, of this heart of steel

i knεw tə lɔvə
i mεt εʁ ɔ̃ satyʁdε
ʃə flatəʁεd mə wit εʁ ɡlɔvə
i didεn te knɔw wa to sε
tə ski was ɡʁe
snɔw faliŋ u ɔf vjεw
i wiʃεd to stε
sɛ̃sə tə εnd ɔf timə

ɑ̃d tɛ̃ i tuʃεd
tə litlə pɛ̃k stɛ̃
tə ɔnə ta wə tuk ɑ̃d afte
wə aʁə ɛ̃vadεd ɔf ti maʒik
i was fʁɔzɛ̃ œ̃til tə mɔʁniŋ kamə
ɛ̃ mi bεd tɛ̃kiŋ abu εʁ fasə
ɛ̃ mi əad ʁəaʃiŋ tə εkstazə

ɑ̃d tɛ̃ ʃə kamə a mɔʁniŋ
so smaʁ ɛ̃ εʁ mɔvəmɑ̃
ɑ̃d aktiŋ likə a ʒiʁl fyl ɔf lɔvə
ʃə flatəʁεd mi-ɑ̃ wit εʁ ɡlɔvə

i wɔ̃dəʁεd wa was ʃə tɛ̃kiŋ a ti mɔmɑ̃
i saw tə bad wəatœʁ ɛ̃ εʁ εj
so i stεjεd lukiŋ ɛ̃ təzə faliŋ εj
nɔw lukiŋ a tə ɡʁund
tyʁniŋ to ɡʁe i didεn te knɔw wa to sε
wɛ̃ mi ʃakiŋ-ɑ̃ ʁəaʃεd εʁ ʃɛ̃
i knεw təʁə was a dʁəam ɛ̃ mi bʁɛ̃
təʁə was a dʁəam, a fykiŋ dʁəam
tyʁniŋ ɛ̃to niɡtmaʁə so ɛ̃kʁədiblə
ʃə sε wə wəʁə no ɑ̃nuɡ similaʁ
ɑ̃d a tɔ̃z- ɔf ʁəazɔ̃ tɔld bi a ljaʁ

i knɔw tə dəsεpsjɔ̃
təʁə is no kɔ̃paʁizɔ̃
ɔf ti filiŋ, ɔf tiz- əaʁ ɔf stil