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Nights In White SatinI love the melody; and I love his voice, whomever the lead singer is. I just melt. And I can easily envision velvety nights strewn with diamond-bright stars, nights in white satin. Of a dark-haired man sitting in his luxurious bed, bent over paper or stationery, writing love letters to his lady who may or not know what's in his heart already. Of the same man walking through the park, hands in his jacket pockets and watching the other lovers holding hands and sharing kisses; and for the first time, he sees the world anew with eyes opened by his love.
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through
They can understand.Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
Yes, I know, a typical romantic's outlook on anything sweet and romantical. *delighted laugh* Ah well. Goes well with my new theme, if I do say so myself. And I do!
Speaking of love, letters and poetry, I've been in the mood to explore them from different eras and places. Especially ancient Egypt. In fact...*light bulb suddenly illuminates overhead* I think I may do a few entries as a series if I can find letters or poems from the different eras I'm interested in...Medieval times, the Victorian era, WW2...to name a few. InsideOut has a ballad that'll fit great, I think.
Anyways, I find it interesting that before modern times--and I know why they did it--royalty, the nobility and the wealthy married for convenience and advantageous alliances. Or rather, I should say I find it interesting that love almost always finds a way among people. In medieval times there was courtly love. Geoffery of Montmouth's(?) version of the love triangle between King Arthur, Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot is a prime example. The lady was married to his king and liege lord, but she loved the knight and he loved her...so the story goes. Bound by the rules of courtly love, a knight and his lady fair could only love from afar. He could compose and sing ballads praising her beauty and attributes, and I'm sure moments were stolen to be together, but they could never lawfully be together.
Then as writing became more prevalent and used among everyone in the upper and even middle classes, the age of pen pals came about. So to speak. Friendships and love were forged between two total strangers, who only knew each other through the letters they wrote. Some couples could never meet in person.
Love is everywhere. It's as old as Time itself and so are its expressions. Even in ancient Egypt people composed poetry and songs to honor their lovers. I've shared one other poem from Egypt before; I'll haveta go searching and locate it for a link.
Here's another one for ya, though. In an explanation it said it was common for lovers to address each other as brother and sister as terms of endearment. By our standards today that's pretty odd and would make a llloootttt of people uncomfortable. LOL. But ya gotta remember back in those days the royal family married amongst itself. So there could be some truth to this!
My Heart Flutters Hastily
My heart flutters hastily,
When I think of my love of you;
It lets me not act sensibly,
It leaps from its place.
It lets me not put on a dress,
Nor wrap my scarf around me;
I put no paint upon my eyes,
I'm even not anointed.
"Don't wait, go there," says it to me,
As often as I think of him;
My heart, don't act so stupidly,
Why do you play the fool?
Sit still, the brother comes to you,
And many eyes as well.
Let not the people say of me:
"A woman fallen through love!"
Be steady when you think of him,
My heart, do not flutter!
Love poems are beautiful and lyrical. Some are tender, some bittersweet, but I think all are poignant. I dunno why I have this sudden interest in them, perhaps it's because One Perfect Rose is speaking so loudly to me right now. Who knows? But explore them I shall.
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