I'm always missing the beat
Ah but thats the power of a waltz
Or not hitting the note right
That defines a good tune
or I'm missing the love
That's the point of a song
Sweet John Donne said he loves you in many ways
I can see a cluttered room
I can see your lovely face
And I can see the clattering trains rolling past our place.
If I try hardest through this mist
I can taste you.
Sweet John Donne said he loves you in many ways
Then he found God and I cant
"Sweetest love I do not go for weariness of thee
Or in hope that fate may find a better love for me
Go catch a falling star
and ask not for whom the bell tolls in case it tolls for thee
No man is an island
And every man's d**h diminishes me"
My Sweet.
John Donne said he loves you in many ways.
Then he found God but I cant.