Camille

I met Camille when I was just 18 years old. I'd spent the summer hitch-hiking around the South of France where I literally bumped into her on the Rue Paradis in Marseille. She completely took my breath away and I was totally overwhelmed by her.

We sat in a cafe and I listened, mesmerised, as she talked in her provocative French accent. She had such seductive charm. A real femme fatale. This was the start of a brief and passionate affair which ended as abruptly as it began and left me devastated. I realise now that she was just playing some sort of game, but it took me a long time to get over this alluring and mysterious lady.

Amazingly, I came across Camille again many years later and learned some surprising things about her past. She had been a huge celebrity in her younger days and had an extraordinary and quite tragic life. Check out this link to learn Camille's incredible life story

She came to me on summer nights

Shining eyes like blinding lights

Spoke to me of sweet delights

In words I'd understand

Followed her so willingly

Dared to dream what couldn't be

As I felt her love wash over me

Like a wave upon the sand

Then she took my tender heart

And crushed it in her hand

Camile, Camille

She would have complete control

Every move was planned

Taught me how to love again

Didn't question why or when

Cos I was so much younger then

And I didn't care at all

Much too blind to realise

Had no mind to criticise

I cculdn't see through misty eyes

The writing on the wall

She lifted me to dizzy heights

And then she let me fall

Camille, Camille

Out to break every heart you steal

Camille, Camille

Who could get close to you Camille?