You sat fragile and hunched
at a corner table
where the light did not shine.
I watched tears rage in your eyes.
I went to your table and
put 50 francs in your hand.
You led me up the winding staircase.
In our little room
you disrobed in wine air.
I clasped my arms about you,
whispering "Je t'aime, Je t'aime, Je t'aime..."