I'd pass by you every day
I'd see you everywhere, too
That's just what happens
It's a small town where we live.

I'd see you at the café
Where we used to have dates.
I'd see you at the library
Where our favorite books are kept
for it's a small town where we live.

I'd see you in front of
The school where you used to teach
with a smile on your face
as you watched the children play
'til you glance at my face
It's a small town where we live.

News spreads rapidly
when you live in such a place.
I dropped everything when I heard your name
In the mouth of your student's mothers
"She had a heart attack..." they muttered.
"In front of the children, too."

I knew the way to the hospital,
For it's a small town where we live.

Here was the day
When you slapped me
Across the face.
I was being stubborn again.
Maybe you've had enough
Of my idiocy?

It wasn't your fault
That you got mad at me.
Though I still feel it-
The sting on my cheek
And the redness of it;
But I felt the pain in your heart more.

You took your coat
And went away;
I was left inside
The coldness of my house—
It wasn't a home anymore,
Now that you're moving back to your own.

This has been the worst
of all our recent fights
I know that you won't ever
Come back to me now.
Not ever.
Never.

My dear,
What have I done?
After a year of
everything we've been through
I've grown so cold and so depressed.
Yet you were still there.

You come home for me.
After a tiring day
of teaching stubborn children;
To come to me,
Who is even more stubborn
Than they are.

"You're not any of those things!"
Or, "Don't say that to yourself!"
I never listened.
"Please don't say that
Just to be nice to me."
I constantly replied.

O, what have I done?
I felt you crying
yourself to sleep
Just right beside me.
Did you still love me,
Or did you only feel pity?

I'm stubborn,
And I lacked trust
Yet you insulted those people
Who made me lose it.
You're way too good to me.
I didn't deserve you, kind dear,
And you didn't deserve an idiot like me.
What have I done, my dearest
To make you cry this way?

I was unlovable,
I know.
But she's the only one
Who proved me wrong

"Ma chérie," she called me.
"You are the sweetest thing!"
"You must be kidding," I said
"I am as bitter as a chord."

"Or bittersweet, perhaps."
Goodness,
How she saw good in everyone,
Even me.

I was beautiful,
I was wonderful,
At least I was in her eyes.
To her, I seemed like the best thing in her life.

But it wasn't true,
I'm useless, and I regret it.
How come she's in my life,
When I don't deserve it?
"Maybe it's a trick," I thought.
"Something fate may have against me?"

As I took away her loneliness
She took my breath away.
How sweet was her kindness,
O, with her I want to stay.

As we ran in the fields,
And dance in the summer rain,
And wander around gardens
Without refrain.

We made a promise
Our little fingers entwined
"We shall never betray eachother
We won't leave eachother behind."

She was kind and sweet,
In the autumn her job was to teach
And I am not but a poet
Hopelessly in love with her.

But she adored me so much
She gave me flowers and such
And I want to be with her forever
Forever and ever...