Carla Bruni

Decked in garments of sable hue,
 Pictures pass me in long review,
 Princes, never I'd give offense,
 Won't you think of me tenderly?
 Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
 This, no ballad of innocence;
 This, the rhyme of a lady who
 Ballade At Thirty Five
 This, no song of ingénue,