Music to my ears
by phillip Estabrook
I was sort of hoping, That you would come along, Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song. The fantasy was there before, I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you, We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you, Forgive me if I stare, At the fantasy I knew before,
I saw you standing there. I enjoy the stillness and calm, Watching as she smiles and dreams;
She brings me to stillness and peace, Like that of a slow flowing stream.
A vow to myself I make, As she quietly sleeps away; To love and always cherish her,
Until my last breath... until my last day Feelings that once were hidden Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy Are now the brightest blue.
Times that once were lonely Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone Are now things we both treasure.
Nights that once were cold Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real Are now gone with the storm If I knew how to write a song
I’d write one everyday. It would say that I’m in love with you And why I feel this way
You’re my comfort when I’m lonely, You’re my peace when I need rest.
Of all the women I’ve known, I must rate you the best. Still so much is left unsaid,
It would take me far to long, I know how much I love you, If only I could write the song.