"Mon Amour"

"I wish I were on a distant hill, sitting there and weeping for my love.

Until every tear had run dry, you who marched off to war for your country would still be the one I loved most.

Go, go, fight for your country.

Perhaps it would be better for me if you left without a sound.

Otherwise, I fear I would be unable to restrain myself and run into the arms of the one I loved most.

I would sell my stones, sell my spools of thread.

Even if I had to sell my only spinning wheel, I would buy a steel sword for the one I loved.

You would be my lover forever.

Go, go, fight for your country.

Perhaps it would be better for me if you left without a sound.

Otherwise, I fear I would be unable to restrain myself and run into the arms of the one I loved most.

I would dye my petticoat red, and I would pray to the whole world to protect my beloved.

Even if my parents wanted me dead, you would forever be the darling of my heart.

Go, go, fight for your country.

Perhaps it would be better for me if you left without a sound.

You would forever be the one I loved most."

"What did the song you sang mean?" Severus asked, looking into her eyes.

"You still haven't answered me. Are you a bard or a prince?" Pomona reclined against the headboard, using her fingertips to arrange his shoulder-length hair.

A mouth could do more than kiss, eat, and speak—it could sing too. What she had just sung was a French song.

The French really were patriotic, especially during the French Revolution. While the country was in complete chaos, the surrounding nations were eyeing that