Let this man say, You

Let this man say you weren't at all unrefined,
and, charmed, he'll take your hand
where no one else saw, and nothing else.

He'll take you on the last train
in black-and-white if only to tell
that the first time he laid eyes
on you was right then.

Foolish to consider it
ill-fated and untimely,
He'd laugh a little,
try some tenderness,
fumble with some reasons why,

But they knew all along it'd be
the same as the last. He'd finish
on the leading tone to sustain
the magic, and afterwards

Against the most velvet sunset
he could muster, this man waved
a long goodbye.