Pour toi mon amour

Pour toi mon amour
Je suis allé au marché aux oiseaux
Et j'ai acheté des oiseaux
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché aux fleurs
Et j'ai acheté des fleurs
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché à la ferraille
Et j'ai acheté des chaînes
De lourdes chaînes
Pour toi
Mon amour
Et je suis allé au marché aux esclaves
Et je t'ai cherchée
Mais je ne t'ai pas trouvée
Mon amour

For You My Love

I went to the market, where they sell birds
and I bought some birds
for you
my love
I went to the market, where they sell flowers
and I bought some flowers
for you
my love
I went to the market, where they sell chains
and I bought some chains
heavy chains
for you
my love
And then I went to the slave market
and I looked for you
but I did not find you there 
my love

you know intitially i read this poem and was like whoa. can there be a more random person on earth? go to the market and talk about love? but reading it a few more times and after discussing it with the teacher, i managed to understand what it meant. sometimes, we go about finding for love, looking for love and doing everything to try and get that love. in the end, sometimes, we try to hard and it slips away, just like a bar of soap. and well other times, maybe the love just doesnt exist...or, unattainable. and that, is usually the case. or so i think. and so i refect. is this the case with me? am i chasing something i cant get? 

i have to analyse this peom for french class and the interesting thing about french love poetry, or at least poems written by this poet Jacques Prevert is that he talks about love and described it beautifully. but what hes really trying to say is that love doesnt exist...but i know it does. i'm sure it does. i hope...it does...