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.