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)
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Added on March 27, 2012 Last Updated on April 18, 2012 AuthorPatches I'm not so new anymore.Westwego, LAAboutAmerican by birth Southern by the Grace of God. more..Writing
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