No name

Every now and then I see a part of you I've never seen
Birds can swim and fish can fly
The road is long
I wonder why

One of these days you'll realize
What you mean to me
Ohh-hh, every now and then I see a part of you I've never seen

Every now and then I try to tell you just how I feel
Heavens talk, the rain begins, the sky turns black
Nobody wins
Well, I try to talk but I can't
My soul has turned to steel
This happens every now and then when I try to tell you just how I feel

So if you ever love somebody
You gotta keep them close
When you lose grip of their body
You'll be falling
'Cause I'm falling
Deeper in love
In love


A 19-year old, Ryan O'Shaughnessy auditioned for Simon Cowell, Amanda Holden, David Walliams and Alesha Dixon on Saturday's Britain's Got Talent (March 31 2012) show with a love song he penned about a girl he has been in love for 6 years.

I Corinthians 13 (NIV)

 

¹³ If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ² If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. ³ If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

 

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. ¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

¹³ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

 

In this giddiness & lightness of heart...

I'm not that far with falling in love with who you are,

I could get lost in this, forgetting what caution is...

subconsciously...

I am afraid to lose you
and
never feeling the rest of my whole life
the way I feel when I'm with you

I Like You

It's like a little piece of heaven
When you stay
You make me feel like it's all
Okay
And now I know that the sun
Will only shine
When the clouds go away
Cause that's how you make me feel
That's how you make me feel today

 

And you're like a little piece of candy
On my tongue
You're so much
Fun
And I flip like a butterfly
With one look in your eyes

That's how you make me feel
That's how you make me feel tonight

And I think I like you
And I think you like me too

 

Lets keep dreaming and wishing
This way
Grown ups don't take enough time
To play
Love, and so, it matters at the end of the day

That's how you make me feel
Thank you for making me feel this way

And I think I like you
And I think you like me too

So this is how being in love feels...

“Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach, high one minute, low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot, cold, forever horny, full of hope and enthusiasm, with momentary depressions that wipe you out.

It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face, loving life with a mad passionate intensity, and feeling ten years younger.

Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.” 

 

~ Jacky Colins, Lucky

3 years & more later...

Reading back my old posts and wondering if it was really all me.
Sounds like a different person, yet familiar.

Blogs are like a relic.

Soon it will be embracing the fate of writing letters or sending a card.

Who still read this ol' blog of mine? Give me a holler, if you do and out there.