First Love

Written in character as Frédéric.

I have known Regret; she is a bitter pain to bear
And Hatred too, spite without compare!
As for Sadness, we have been aquainted,
And Envy many a time has my face painted.

But Love, she had eluded me
In cobbled streets she let me be
Picking her victims among the young and old
Yet my heart she had left cold.

When my day came, she perched on my window
Took my heart and threw it on the street below
as I chased to recover that which I had lost
I discovered just what love cost.

Fickle creature, she cost me dear,
Once I saw the object of love appear.
Even in my dreams, her face is near to me,
Though I see her not, so close she seems to be.

Cold winters have left me desolate,
And your smile makes me desperate.
How can you bear to be content,
When my broken heart is nearly spent?