Lyrical - Short Affair

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Prompt: Enclose, pink
The word count is admittedly helped by the lyrics to the song, but I'm hoping for some grace.
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Drink to me only with thine eyes

Enclose me with your love…

La di di  dah, la la la la la la la…

"Wait a minute, that's not how it goes."  Napoleon knew his romance songs and the way Illya was singing this one made his ears hurt.

"I beg to differ, the translation from English to Russian and back again leaves me with this as the correct lyric."

"But  you're wrong.  I would sing it for you but you always make fun of my, um… my …"

"Your lack of talent.  I am sorry Napoleon, but singing is not one of the things you do well."

"Humph… Well, how about I simply recite it to you.  Then you can learn the lyrics the way you're supposed to sing them."  And so Napoleon began his recitation, aware of the little audience he was attracting there in the hall outside of his office.

Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.

Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.

A collective sigh of approval went up from the women who had listened to the romantic lyrics, each of them uncaring that Napoleon had not sung a single note.  Illya simply smiled, nodding his approval before taking one of the women by her elbow and singing to her the newly corrected lyrics of his song.

A few of the women hesitated momentarily before falling in behind them, while the stalwart Napoleon girls remained behind, begging him to repeat the lovely refrain.  He obliged, of course, and the second time around gave each woman some little gesture or touch that seemed to make her feel as though he was alone with only her, creating a flush of pink in every face.

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