You can dance a new dance if you want to
Your lives and your bodies entwine
You can move to the drumbeat of living
But I know you can never be mine.
You can dance a new dance if you want to
Your lives and your bodies entwine
You can move to the drumbeat of living
But I know you can never be mine.
I had hit all the wrong notes
In the musical score
In which rhythm is life
And where less can be more
Of crotchets and quavers
There was little I knew
But I had a degree
In singing the blues
On the mean streets and lean streets
There was nothing I’d lack
But I could take me a rainbow
And I could colour it black
I live my life like an opera
Set to violin strings
And the songs I’ve let slip
Were the best songs I’ll sing
So join in the chorus
And I’ll sing one last song
About things I didn’t do right
And things I did wrong.
Love cannot be sought or bought
Found or bound
It can be given
And it finds the lucky ones
It is given, to the lucky ones
Not necessarily the needy or the deserved
It cn be accepted or rejected
Accepted with joy, with mistrust or with doubt
It can be thrown back or abused
It can be given in return
It stays as long as it does
With some it lingers, some see it for but a moment
The unlucky not at all
Some find it once
Some will be found many times
It has life
Capable of growth and of death
It can be nurtured
It can be neglected
It can bring torment
It can bring pain
It can bring ecstasy and agony
Tears of joy and tears of pain
It can make loss bearable and at times unbearable
Is love a gift?
It is the ultimate gift
It has no monetary value and yet it isĀ priceless
It has no substance other than emotion
It is given so simply
It is my gift to you
I love you.
Sometimes I think about no-one
And sometimes about nothing at all
I’m sitting here with my mind in empty
Maybe no-one could give me a call.
And down through all eternity
I dreamt I heard you call to me
That whispered dream that you did send
It brought to me that sweet sought end.
I thought I’d sing a love song
From the bottom of my heart
I know how these things finish
But I’ve forgotten how they start.
I came across this image, which was originally in black and white, although I don’t think that is a reflection on her age. I decided to paint it in colour and had to guess at the eye and hair colour, so please forgive me if they are wrong.