Too Little Time -*a short soppy mushy post

I'm listening to some of my favourite love songs and picturing the Darling Husband and I dancing to them, laughing and enjoying being in each other's arms. Just us.


And I suddenly experience a moment's panic, panic that I won't have enough time to share more special moments with him, times to experience things we both want to see and do together. Just to be ourselves, together.


But there is always enough time to say I Love You.


xxx

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Your Song - Elton John