I Never Wrote You A Love Song

Somehow Words Could Not Express What I Needed To Say.

And So I Never Wrote You A Love Song

And Now Its Much, Much Too Late 'cause You've Gone Away



But I Will Build This Monument

To Remember All The Love We Once Had

And I'll Close My Eyes And Make It How It Used To Be

I Swear I Never Stopped Loving You With Everything I Am

And It Hurts So Much To Think You Stopped Loving Me

You Stopped Loving Me...



So I Wish I'd Had Written You A Love Song

And Somehow You Understood What It Feels To Be Me

Because The Angel Loves The Sprite Forever

And Does It Unconditionally



But I Will Build This Monument

To Remember All The Love We Once Had

And I'll Close My Eyes And Make It How It Used To Be

I Swear I Never Stopped Loving You With Everything I Am

And It Hurts So Much To Think You Stopped Loving Me

You Stopped Loving Me...



(excerpt From La Belle Dame Sans Merci By W.B. Keats - 1819)



I Met A Lady In The Meads,

Full Beautiful--a Faery's Child,

Her Hair Was Long, Her Foot Was Light,

And Her Eyes Were Wild.



I Made A Garland For Her Head,

And Bracelets Too, And Fragrant Zone;

She Looked At Me As She Did Love,

And Made Sweet Moan.



I Set Her On My Pacing Steed,

And Nothing Else Saw All Day Long,

For Sidelong Would She Bend, And Sing

A Faery's Song.



She Found Me Roots Of Relish Sweet,

And Honey Wild, And Manna Dew,

And Sure In Language Strange She Said--

"I Love Thee True."



She Took Me To Her Elfin Grot,

And There She Wept And Sighed Full Sore,

And There I Shut Her Wild Eyes

With Kisses Four.



And There She Lulled Me Asleep

And There I Dreamed--ah! Woe Betide!

The Latest Dream I Ever Dreamed

On The Cold Hill's Side.



I Saw Pale Kings And Princes Too,

Pale Warriors, Death-pale Were They All;

They Cried--"La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Hath Thee In Thrall!"



I Saw Their Starved L