A Change of Heart - Belle

Bonjour, bonjour!
One day after another
ma vie – such a bore.
They always spoke of me
in that town so provincial,
I dreamed of adventure.
I had so much potential!
Grand ideas for my future
and the will to rebel,
l’aventure would never come -
I was strange, but loved well
As the prettiest mademoiselle.

Then! (a dream come true?)
My father held captive
I braved a rescue.
My life became a fantasy,
it’s all such a blur -
Talking with teacups,
enchantment of la fleur,
castle tours,
a nightly feast,
dozens of rooms,
and dancing with the beast!
Why would I want to be released?

I fell in love with it all,
the magic of the castle,
and when I dressed for the ball -
Did I fall for the beast?
C’est posible.
One can’t resist
“Je t’adore” on the veranda.
And when my tears saved him
returning him to a prince
I was excited for all the romance
I have been waiting for since.
Therein lies the problem,
one I could not before see,
now that the magic is gone
I’m back to my old me.
Unhappy with my normal life
there’s so much more I want.
He no longer appears a beast
but he’s not very charmant.
He lives his days nonchalant.

I find myself wanting to be pursued
dreaming of an exotic life,
“Je vousdrais jouer in the nude.”
Then I think of a time
when I was so admired
in that poor provincial town
where one strong man aspired
to have me for his wife.
Perhaps I should have agreed
appreciated in at least one way
the true l’aventure I need.
But my choice is made
the opportunity is gone
though silly to think about
it’s just something I ponder on,
Maybe I should have chosen Gaston.


10/2/07