Reading Shoe's lates poem http://www.abctales.com/story/shoe/diamond
reminded me of a song I wrote for my girlfriend done in a fifties style.
I've reversed the first lines of each stanza to reinforce the feeling of hesitancy, the sense that it's being almost 'blurted out' in the mind of the character...
I think that if it was a musical it would be "Pride and Prejudice" or "Bridget Jones' Diary" as I see both 'heroes' as being essentially
the same character seperated by time...
I mean Darcy of course :O)
Love you, I love you
There’s no denying
that I love you
I love the way
you make me shine
When I’m with you
I always feel fine
Want you, I want you
There’s no denying
that I want you
I want to kiss you
Hold you tight
I want you near me
All through the night.
Miss you, I miss you
There’s no denying
that I miss you
I miss your kisses
I miss your arms
In fact my darling
I miss all of your charms
Need you, I need you
There’s no denying
that I need you
I need you honey
To sweeten my life
I need you darling
to be my wife
Love you, I love you
There’s no denying
that I love you
I love ALL the
things that you do
You are my sunshine
My dream come true.
When I say I wrote a song I really mean I composed the lyrics…
There was a hauntingly beautiful tune which was wonderfully whistled on some TV advert.
I never found out who performed it or even what the name of it was but the words - “Love you, love you” seemed to attach themselves to the tune as if they were already married.
I can’t remember the original words I wrote but
the theme “There’s No Denying” has stayed with me ever since.
*Note the line about getting married "be my wife" is artistic licence...
having been married once I'm strangely reluctant to do it again.
I probably will though :O)
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She won't 'get' this either I expect
maybe that's part of her charm :O)
If home is where the heart is
then my home should be with you
Because YOU are where my heart is
and no matter what I do…
I couldn’t stand to do it if
I didn’t feel you near
So I carry your reflection
And pretend it’s you my dear.
When it’s cold you somehow warm me
When I’m upset you keep me cool
When I’m happy you inspire me
When I’m sad you play the fool.
It’s hard for me to say so
But it's something I must say
Alhough it seems impossible
I love you more each day!
Comments
shoe | January 15, 2010 - 13:49
big 'ole softy at heart 'eh! how could she resist?
Mangone | January 15, 2010 - 15:56
In spite of the poems it is me that's resisting, shoe.
Mostly because to marry I require a copy of the divorce papers and I can't find them - I'm not looking too hard I must admit :O)
Mangone | January 17, 2010 - 21:50
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shoe | January 18, 2010 - 10:18
I'm sure they'll turn up when the time is right, as things are wont to do,:~}
Mangone | September 12, 2010 - 12:04
A brief word about Angels: Barbarella’s angel was very close to the mark when he said “Angels have no memory.”
It is this eternal sunshine of the spotless mind that allows them to be angelic yet makes them clumsy on Earth where they bump into things, bang there heads, and knock things over with an alarming regularity and yet maintain a childlike acceptance that it couldn’t be avoided.
It serves to make you realise just how important ‘expecting the expected is’ yet for angels it seems harder than ‘expecting the unexpected‘.
It is their goodness that is their greatest strength and weakness - acting like a magnet to both bad and good people: the bad to take advantage and the good to help.
In this respect Angels and Waifs are very similar, their fates weave a delicate dance between favour and fortune with too much of either becoming a strain on their innocence.
Yet goodness has a power of its own. That same power that oft-times protects fool and drunks has a special fondness for angels and often provides a guardianship that somehow steers through storms to sunshine while the angel inspires an inexplicable sense of well-being in those around.
In these days of such a shortage of the love of a good man or a good woman it may be that angels are our only hope.