The Language of Love

I gave my love my full attention, true
And rapt and deeply felt. I cried "Chérie,
Give up your solitude and rescue me!"
I saw it was a terrible miscue
That undermined the way we muddled through,
But much too late, and, understandably,
She was unmoved. Her spirit remains free,
Though I am surely chained. What could ensue?

My darling skewered love, murmuring "Ha!"
As she prepared to stow my heart away,
Down in the cellar, for another day.
J'espère que mon amour ne prendra pas
Mon cœur dans les belles mains, le mettre en bas
Avec les autres choses perdues et oubliées.