Guest guest Posted February 5, 2002 Report Share Posted February 5, 2002 This true romance of you and I, is but Gods valentine of form that sends roses, and the love that opens all roses to the heart of the gift itself. Frank Sinatra croons, Bob Marley booms his strung out heart on a wire. Bach and Revel tell their secrets to lecherous Puccini. We all go to the opera house of the day, to dance away with our darling Sophia. Who’s wisdom is this spell in you and me. This overture of our popular songs bent together like melting spoons by a cosmic Yuri Geller. Just a gal and her feller, loving that slow shuffle, as the moon brings down this curtain once more. The sun arrives through any open door. Another year, perhaps another love to be near to, without the fear of clinging to cling to. The roses are exchanged, the pluses checked for hidden thorns. Love adorns herself with cupids malady. Gods valentines are playing His music, and all is well, and all is kiss and tell, and let this be, the sweet songs of our transient company. love eric. Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 5, 2002 Report Share Posted February 5, 2002 Eric & Friends, Music. the first abstract art. Feeling given form. the greatest mystery in this world, and the one that seems to come closest to suggesting what knowledge of God might be like. yours in the bonds, eric , ErcAshfrd@a... wrote: > > This true romance of you and I, > is but Gods valentine of form > that sends roses, > and the love that opens all roses > to the heart of the gift itself. > > Frank Sinatra croons, Bob Marley booms his strung out > heart on a wire. Bach and Revel tell their secrets > to lecherous Puccini. We all go to the opera house of the > day, to dance away with our darling Sophia. Who’s wisdom > is this spell in you and me. This overture of our popular > songs bent together like melting spoons by a cosmic Yuri > Geller. Just a gal and her feller, loving that slow shuffle, as > the moon brings down this curtain once more. The sun > arrives through any open door. > > Another year, perhaps another love to be near to, without > the fear of clinging to cling to. The roses are exchanged, the > pluses checked for hidden thorns. Love adorns herself with > cupids malady. Gods valentines are playing His music, and > all is well, and all is kiss and tell, and let this be, the sweet > songs of our transient company. > > love > > eric. > Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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