Elisabeth Lutyens - Pad, Pad

I always remember your beautiful flowers
And the beautiful kimono you wore
When you sat on the couch
With that tigerish crouch
And told me you loved me no more

What I cannot remember is how I felt
When you were unkind
All I know is, if you were unkind now
I should not mind

Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated
Angry and sad
The years have taken from me
Softly I go now, pad pad