The Moody Blues- Nights In White Satin
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through
They can understand.
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,
And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
Roberta Flack- The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies, my love
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move through my hands
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
The first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the world
And would last till the and of time, my love
Sleep...wonder
Ebb Tide-The Richeous Brothers
First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more
So I rush to your side
Like the oncoming tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide
At last we're face to face
And as we kiss through an embrace
I can tell,
I can feel
You are love
You are really mine
In the rain, in the dark, in the sun
Like the tide at its ebb
I'm at peace in the web
Of your arms
~Ahh...I love this song. Absolutely beautiful.
I am so in love, that my heart sings at just the thought of him
His kiss, his eyes, the way he whispers to my soul
How could I resist this temptation to weave my life with his
I've never felt so alive, my heart that was once so still is stirring
And my spirit has finally begun to soar
At last I have found my inspiration, my muse, my lover
Never again to be alone or forsaken, my life has begun
I finally know that these things are real, and not just dreams
This time I will not wake up alone and cold in shadows of what was
I revel in the sheer joy of completeness at long last
I loved him, in a way that no song nor poem could describe. My love was of the peculiar sort, for it wasn’t a warm nor sweet one. No, my love for him was a dark one. Like the sea during the storm, it was turbulent, cold, and all consuming. Only once did I feel the warmth of his touch, as he took my hand and led me down the forest path, I felt a stirring of the soul, and in that instance I saw what only dreams were made of, but he let go too soon, and the dreams were fleeting ones. As quickly as he came, he left, and for six years, I often found myself wondering what might have been, had I only told him of my love. When again I saw him, I knew immediately that time had been cruel to him, his spirit gone, and that the love I once had was no more. It was dead, as dead as his eyes. No hope was left, and my heart fell silent, with my only peace being that he finally knew what it was that I once felt for him.
I'm sitting alone here, in the dark, with the computer monitor being my only source of light. The sun is fading outside, the end of another day here, the beginning of another day somewhere else. Such a fascinating world we live in. I try to take in the simple beauties of it as much as possible.