Wearing Black, as Memory Dictates

I loved You Sight unseen I saw the Man behind the Mask of Power; I found Him keen and appealing And so started in my Scheming To know You When You spoke of your Home, The Sanctity of your Vision And the Purity of your Dreams Made Them seem Less extreme than Others deemed As a Lamb I followed, eager to please I wrapped Myself in Furs and Finery And utilized all the Guile I knew: I learned your Tongue, I drank your Wine and Pried at your well-pressed Edges With my feminine Wiles Hypnotized by your Eyes I would freeze in their icy Stare But when You held Me thus, Brazen and distant and Chaste in their Gaze A Fury trapped within ignited, And excited in a Half-step I rushed in What a Sight We must have been at Parties: You, the awkward, aged Schoolboy Disarmingly charming with your parlor Tricks And I, a too-wise Student, Aristocratically Arrogant and Detached, Magnetized by your Side, and Giddy with the Thrill of this Company Did you know I would die for You? Did your furrowed Brow crease anew When you heard the News That your Planes flew over, and My Word held True? Auf Wiedersehen, Adolf. Adieu.