I often heard: «Cherchez la femme»...
But is there a sense to feel her charm?
To find the logic in her deeds,
To satisfy her piffles, needs?
Some Po’s, Christie’s, Chase’s stories
Are full of mysteries and glories.
In every chapter there’s a harm:
«Cherchez la femme, cherchez la femme».
And when I wait for you, my swain,
And every knock clings as alarm,
I cannot throw the thought away:
«Cherchez la femme, cherchez la femme».
But I have secrets from you, too.
You can’t avoid my play and soon
I see you worry, but keep calm:
«Cherchez la femme, cherchez la femme».
Cherchez la femme...
© Copyright: Хельга фон Краузиньш, 2010
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