When I was a young man, and very well thought of There was nought I could ask that the ladies denied. I nibbled their hearts like a handful of raisins, And I never spoke love, but I knew that I lied. But I said to myself, "Ah, there's none of them knows The secret I shelter, and savor, and save. I wait for the one who can see through my seeming And I'll know when I love by the way I behave".
The years they passed over like clouds in the heavens, The ladies went by me like snow on the wind. I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled And I sinned, and I sinned and I sinned and I sinned. But I said to myself,"Ah, there's none of them knows There's a part of me pure as the whisk of a wave. My love may be late, but she'll find I have been faithful And I'll know when I love by the way I behave".
At last came a lady, both knowing and tender Who said "You are not at all what they take you to be". I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking, And she swallowed cold poison, and jumped in the sea. And I say to myself, when there's time for a word, As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved. "Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger And I know how I loved by the way I behaved".
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branchandroot
not that i resemble in any way what i'm saying here, mind you
Date: 2009-02-25 01:21 pm (UTC)When I was a young man, and very well thought of
There was nought I could ask that the ladies denied.
I nibbled their hearts like a handful of raisins,
And I never spoke love, but I knew that I lied.
But I said to myself, "Ah, there's none of them knows
The secret I shelter, and savor, and save.
I wait for the one who can see through my seeming
And I'll know when I love by the way I behave".
The years they passed over like clouds in the heavens,
The ladies went by me like snow on the wind.
I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled
And I sinned, and I sinned and I sinned and I sinned.
But I said to myself,"Ah, there's none of them knows
There's a part of me pure as the whisk of a wave.
My love may be late, but she'll find I have been faithful
And I'll know when I love by the way I behave".
At last came a lady, both knowing and tender
Who said "You are not at all what they take you to be".
I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking,
And she swallowed cold poison, and jumped in the sea.
And I say to myself, when there's time for a word,
As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved.
"Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger
And I know how I loved by the way I behaved".
– Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn