the man said some things he didn't ean & now that she's gone, he realizes what he's done and decides to write a love letter
Love Letter Love letter
Go get her Go get her
Love Letter Love letter
Go tell her Go tell her
. . . he is sending it and hopes it will do all the talking for him without talking, it will, he hopes . . .ultimately bring her back to him
he loves her but said some things he shouldn't have said
Beside the unique beauty of these Cave's "simply love" songs, two things puzzle me:
How does his grief and longing transform in outbreak of her kisses, in the rain metaphor? Poetic freedom, sure, but somehow I feel like something is missing. Usually on my part with this author...
Then there is sorrowful understanding that the emotions are not mutual, and the letter can't fix what was not the cause of her scuttle: "all who'll come before me". Now, what about "slowly fading forms"? I just can't make anything from it...
Please, help me deepen this already strong and gentle audio memory of someone,...
Beside the unique beauty of these Cave's "simply love" songs, two things puzzle me:
How does his grief and longing transform in outbreak of her kisses, in the rain metaphor? Poetic freedom, sure, but somehow I feel like something is missing. Usually on my part with this author...
Then there is sorrowful understanding that the emotions are not mutual, and the letter can't fix what was not the cause of her scuttle: "all who'll come before me". Now, what about "slowly fading forms"? I just can't make anything from it...
Please, help me deepen this already strong and gentle audio memory of someone, thanks.
the man said some things he didn't ean & now that she's gone, he realizes what he's done and decides to write a love letter
Love Letter Love letter Go get her Go get her Love Letter Love letter Go tell her Go tell her
. . . he is sending it and hopes it will do all the talking for him without talking, it will, he hopes . . .ultimately bring her back to him he loves her but said some things he shouldn't have said
Beside the unique beauty of these Cave's "simply love" songs, two things puzzle me: How does his grief and longing transform in outbreak of her kisses, in the rain metaphor? Poetic freedom, sure, but somehow I feel like something is missing. Usually on my part with this author... Then there is sorrowful understanding that the emotions are not mutual, and the letter can't fix what was not the cause of her scuttle: "all who'll come before me". Now, what about "slowly fading forms"? I just can't make anything from it... Please, help me deepen this already strong and gentle audio memory of someone,...
Beside the unique beauty of these Cave's "simply love" songs, two things puzzle me: How does his grief and longing transform in outbreak of her kisses, in the rain metaphor? Poetic freedom, sure, but somehow I feel like something is missing. Usually on my part with this author... Then there is sorrowful understanding that the emotions are not mutual, and the letter can't fix what was not the cause of her scuttle: "all who'll come before me". Now, what about "slowly fading forms"? I just can't make anything from it... Please, help me deepen this already strong and gentle audio memory of someone, thanks.