Chanson Pour La Femme Joli*

Chanson Pour La Femme Joli*

A Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.

Chanson

Pour La Femme Joli*

 

From my heart, I sing

bonne chansons

to thee je’t amie.

For all the good

I do, for all the chansons

 

I sing art indeed inspired by thee,

 the fairest of women.

If I have displeased

thee by revealing my heart.

I sigh, I cry for thy forgiveness.

 

When we first met thee didst not

strike me as beautiful in countenance

yet that illusion was dispelled by thy

charm for as has been said of another

“She was not beautiful, but men

seldom realized it when caught by her charm. ---”**

 

I near fainted when with my own eyes,

I saw thee laugh. For when thee laughs

thy face assumes an angelic guise.

My heart so quivered with love.

 

That at our first meeting

I came to my knees almost dieing of desire.

But thou took no notice of my plight

and thou, lady whom I desire and cherish

Turned and walked out of the great hall.

 

Ah to die in thy arms, with thy sweet lips upon mine.

What a wonderful martyrdom for Love that would be.

But I cannot die, I will not die

until, God and thyself willing

art mine and I am thine.

 

 

* Song for a Pretty Lady

** A paraphrase of the opening lines in the novel

“GONE WITH THE WIND”

Raphael (The Traveling Troubadour)

 

 

© 2012 Patches I'm not so new anymore.


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