Snoots

Elvis Costello - I feel like sharing Elvis Costello. This song, “She” has to be one of my favorite songs. He sounds as if he’s almost crying while he sings and if I could sing like him, and feel these lyrics as I feel them, and sing them to the right audience, I’d cry for sure. Wow!

He’s a Virgo

To know her is to love her.
To love her is to die.
To die for her is pleasure.
No pleasure makes me cry.

indeed i think you
all the time
blessed are we
and hills we climb

thank you, now
for all you are
for making “we”
here, there, afar

my life, my light, my strife tonight
you made it go away!
were i to think, to stop, to blink
you’d miss my plea to stay

such wonder caused by you, my dear
so invigorating have you been
were i to wait, to talk, to see
’tis that! ‘twould be a sin…

Until today, I’ve felt complete with you.
Until today, I’ve never needed more.
Until today, my hearts been out of control.
Until today, my life’s been better.
Until today, we’ve been good enough.
Until today, I imagined you were everything I could ever want.
Until today, I was sure you were perfect.
Until today, I thought we had it made.
Until today, I was sure that nothing could be better.
Until today, I was right.

Until today, nothing has been better.
Until today, nothing has been more made.
Until today, nothing has been more perfect.
Until today, I’ve never wanted something more.
Until today, nothing could have been better - not us, not life.

Until today, yesterday was today.

I long for you in peaceful days.
Upon reflection, I love your smiling ways,
Thoughts of you fill rushed moments,
your lap, of which I long, my head, against.

I am overtaken.

Last night’s soul is dead.
When it happened? Questionable.
Death comes to every evening, surely.
Life ends for each night, upon bed or upon light.

Prematurely, death came to last night’s soul,
without clear warning, or confirmation of such.
Questioned, longed for, turned and tossed,
upon morning, last night’s soul was lost.

So, for today, a new night shall begin.
Sadness aside, her fresh voice settles in.
How sweet it is! How grand it does feel!
Still, last night’s soul causes grief and reel.

If only these arms stretched one thousand miles,
I could reach you.

If only these eyes could glance through time,
I could see you.

If only this world stopped every few days,
I could be with you as often.

If only these words could half-describe feelings,
anyone would understand.

If only my hands could touch your face now,
I would feel safe.

If only my tears could drop to your floor,
so would I.

If only a hug makes it all go away,
why do we not?

If only today, God said okay…

If only…