Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


I believe this song says it best by Roberta Flack

The closer I get to you
The more you make me see
By giving me all you've got
Your love has captured me

Over and over again
I tried to tell myself that we
Could never be more than friends
And all the while inside
I knew it was real
The way you make me feel

Lying here next to you
Time just seems to fly
Needing you more and more
Let's give love a try

Ooooh-ooh-ooh, whoa-oooooh
Sweeter and sweeter love grows
And Heaven's there for those
Who fooled the tricks of time
With the hearts of love they find
True love in a special way

The closer I get to you
The more you make me see

Every rain drop falling, every smile upon your face, don't cry my darling, let me wipe those tears from your face. We are one with the moment, walking side by side, you rescued me from the darkness now it's my turn to free your love and send it soaring high.

The more I think about our connection, about the inner workings of the soul, the more I understand the beauty of your love and the magic of its hold. Call it a delayed reaction, or the barriers of the mind, but your determination broke any walls built by distance and time. Tears of happiness, memories of gold, you are more than a friend you are the one within my soul.

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