Puccini: La Bohème / Act 1: "O soave fanciulla"

O loveliest of maidens, O sweetest vision,

Bathed in the soft glow of a moonbeam;

In you, I see a dream come to life

A dream I pray always to dream!

Ah! You alone command us, O Love!

In the depth of my soul

I tremble with the height of passion.

Your kisses thrill Love itself!

O! How sweetly does his flattery fall upon my heart...

You alone command me, Beloved!

No, I beg you!

Be mine!

You're expected by your friends ...

Already I'm sent away?

I'd rather say... but I dare not ...

Say ...

Might I go along with you?

What? Mimi?!

It would be so much sweeter to stay here. It's freezing outside.

I shall stay close to you!

And when we return?

You'd like to know!

Let me take your arm, my dear little one.

I shall oblige, kind sir!

Tell me you love me!

I love you!

My darling! My love! My love!