This night is not for sad souls such as I,
My hours underneath these stars are long,
A thousand lights of lust have passed me by
I do not know what I am doing wrong.
I think it is because I did not learn
The little lessons of deceit and guile,
The whirling of the skirt, the eyes that burn,
The rippling hair, the elemental smile.
Too late for me. I love my face too much
To sacrifice one angle or one line,
The truth will keep me from a lover’s touch,
And hold from me the shared glass of wine.
And yes, I wonder……have I chosen well?
I’ve kept the parts that are my very own.
Ah, had I bought the dream that vendors sell,
I do not know whose heart I might have won