Reflections of love in the bottom of my soul
it is for you that this heart beats and craves
The leaves have turned their colors sombre
and the Autumn begins to blow as I recall
the beautiful eyes that once told me,
how very far we could go ;
Nightly visits to the moon yes we both knew
that this was a sorrow, we could not disparage
Reflections of love still linger in my soul...
In October/November song of love and loss. I love the metaphor for "going to the moon," and know that it is not in the way that Jackie Gleason on his TV show meant when he used to tell his TV wife, "to the moon!" in a pitiful threat when he could win an argument.
True love never dies. It still exists somewhere deep in our soul long after a love has ended. It only takes a spark to reignite it, or bring back those feelings we once had.
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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