I’ve never known a satisfact’ry bond

With anyone I’ve ever thought deserved

To have me in my rawest but I’m fond

Of people with some substance and with verve.

The Fates have always been so cruel, you see.

They torture me with love unconsummated.

And when I’m close to finding one for me.

They sabotage my chances. This is fated.

If just one time they’d put it within grasp,

And tempt me with true love that I can share,

Well, just as Cleopatra held the asp,

When her Mark Antony no longer cared,

I’ll hold you, lover, if we ever meet.

And finally my soul will be complete.