I have written a dozen love songs for Vicki. Holding My Heart was the first to become a song.
It was forty years ago you see.
When I found out amazingly
Her I’d picked out for my mate
Put my heart on a silver plate.
Cared for mine just like her own,
Never abused, just held on loan,
Never tried to give it back,
Never caused a break or crack.
Three Little Words eventually became Words of Love.
I love you.
Three words in English,
Two words in Spanish and Italian.
Why do I need to say them?
I profess, obsess and confess,
To move those words,
From inside me to inside you.
Do I impose?
Perhaps, I suppose.
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