Your Song

I find a sweet revenge in the title of this one.

The empty, marshmallow romance of another made a mockery in comparison 

to the gift of finally hearing your voice.

It should have been too little too late

but for a girl not much entranced by the musicians and the singers

you had me at the 29th floor.

And though I barely recognized you

I knew that you'd be in my ears, if not my heart, forever.

 

And I fell in arms that sang

 

“I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind.”

 

And I thought to myself

 

"this is excellent cinematography."

 

And you were there. Outside that winter wonderland. 

You were there, with my heart.

 

And you knew that summer was coming.

 

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