"telegraph rd."
where do i begin -andy williams
there's nothing like
jamming out to classic music
on telegraph road
nothing to do
nowhere to go
just you
all by yourself
but you're not truly alone
the ghost lingers
in your front seat
it's cool at first
until i get the baton
and become the composer
of everything
of what to say
what to do
and how to hold her
you'll get to know her
with a personality like mozart's 25th
and each goodbye feels like a hit
as tchaikovsky swings in
the wave of nostalgia pulls you in
the firebird suite
with every moment you miss
stravinsky was no match for her madness
and neither could i
ravel could not describe her
but only i tried
as the final movement played
not even beethoven wiped my eye
for a love
that felt
like
richard clayderman and richard meyer
sad violins
and intense winds
as i conspire
the love like many things
andy williams
seemed to understand me
where do i start?
with her first hello?
she gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
they'll never be a another one another time
she fills my heart
she fills my heart
with very special things
love is ageless
priceless
and nameless
we'd go near and far
just for the fullness
of love
inside you
or laying
right in your arms
and it was overwhelms me
it makes my heart beat
it gives me all more of a reason to breathe
every composer
every artist
every creative vision
of the same subject
all in different perspective
as if it were our life's objective
to love
and try to accept it
the best feeling in the world
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im a hopeless romantic chill on me
i love to love ok
still single
but it's ok
YOU ARE READING
i'm loving, but who could love me?
Poetrypoetry about love i don't know a thing about that this should be interesting ••••• 3rd poetry book
