This is an original song I arranged from the many, many, many love letters Napoleon wrote to the love of his life, Josephine. This is a recording of a live performance at Artichoke Cafe in Portland, OR. I hope you enjoy! :) Lyrics in description:

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"Josephine" By Sarah Bernice Mazur
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There once was a woman named Rose
And as it goes, she was called “Josephine”
Empress Bonaparte, wed to Napoleon
The love of his life, and the death of him
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Josephine― I awake full of you
Your image and memory intoxicate my senses
Sweet and matchless, Josephine
How strangely you work upon my heart

A thousand kisses, Mio dolce amor
But give me none back
for they set my blood on fire
All I desire is a kiss on your heart
And one much lower down, you beastly slut.

Josephine! de Beauharnais
Why don’t you marry me?
How strangely you work upon my heart
Then they were wed on the [9th] of March
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Josephine decided to ghost him
And they both had an affair
But Napoleon, he still loved her
And Josephine... didn’t feel the same...
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Since I have left you, I’m constantly depressed
To be near you is my happiness
Since our separation
I love you a thousand more
Ever since I knew you
I adore you more and more

Josephine! Josephine!
Remember what I have said
Nature has made me a decisive man
Farewell my wife, the torment like thunder
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The veil is torn.
I need to be alone.
I’m tired of grandeur.
I have exhausted everything.

I don't love you,
Not at all
On the contrary
I detest you!

You’re mean and vile
You don’t write to me at all!
Just tell me that you love me
That you love me only―!

Adieu Josephine, farewell my wife
One of these nights your door will open
With a great noise―a jealous person
And you. will. find. me. in. your. arms.
My love...
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Napoleon Bonaparte, A man of great power
Struck down by love, from here after
Despite his divorce, remarriage & affairs
Rose Josephine was the heart of his prayers
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Josephine, Josephine
I awake full of you.
Sweet and matchless, Josephine
Je vie pour la France, l’armee, tete d’armee, et vous...
("I live for France, the army, head of the army, and [Josephine]" -Napoleon's last words)

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