English poem
C'leste
by Arthur Macy (1842–1904)
Of sweethearts I have had a score, And time may bring as many more; Tho' I remember all the rest, Just now I worship dear C'leste; Hers may not be the greatest love, But ah! it is the latest love. For little Cupid's never stupid, As I've found out; And love is truest when 'tis newest, Beyond a doubt, beyond a doubt. Of sweethearts I have had a score, C'leste says I deserve no more; I take revenge on dear C'leste, By telling her I love her best; Hers may not be the greatest love, But ah! it is the latest love. For little Cupid's never stupid, As I've found out; And love is truest when 'tis newest, Beyond a doubt, beyond a doubt.