Followed ever the natural bents.
This, a solo of sapience,
This, a chantey of sophistry,
This, the sum of experiments, --
I loved them until they loved me.
Decked in garments of sable hue,
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
Walk I ever in penitence.
Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
Through God's acre of memory,
Marking stones, in my reverence,
"I loved them until they loved me."
Pictures pass me in long review,--
Marching columns of dead events.
I was tender, and, often, true;
Ever a prey to coincidence.
Always knew I the consequence;
Always saw what the end would be.
We're as Nature has made us -- hence
I loved them until they loved me.
Princes, never I'd give offense,
Won't you think of me tenderly?
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
I loved them until they loved me.
1 | You Belong To Me |
2 | L'excessive |
3 | Chez Keith Et Anita |
4 | J'arrive A Toi |
5 | Tout Le Monde |
6 | L'amour |
7 | Le Ciel Dans Une Chambre |
8 | Those Dancing Days Are Gone |
9 | Chanson Triste |
10 | Le Plus Beau Du Quartier |