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!