No Matter What They Say

by Viacheslav Iatsko

After wedding, in bride-bed
Teddy turned to me and said:
“Dear Katy, I must go
On a business trip tomorrow
And as soon as I come back
I will buy us a new flat.”

Teddy vanished in a day
And the gossips used to say:
“What a sloven, what a thick-head!
Left the girl in her bride-bed!”

But I love him anyway,
No matter what they say!
No matter what he does
Let forever my love last!

Teddy turned up in a month
Ragged, tattered, in a trance,
Empty-handed, like a pauper,
And I heard an idle talker:
“What a creature castaway!
All the money drunk away!”

Do I love him anyway,
No matter what they say?
No matter what he does
Will forever my love last?

For the clack I had disdain,
But the gossip ran again:
“Mary was with Teddy seen
Gently kissing, hugging him.”

What a rascal, what a heel!
Violent hatred do I feel!
I’ll detest him anyways
No matter what he says;
No matter what he does
Will forever my hate last!


Copyright © 2005 by Viacheslav Iatsko

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