You got It, Bud

Never saw “Love Story,” and never understood that tag line, either, Bud. Always had the impression it had something to do with a seagull named Jonathan. Or the Peter Principle. Whatever that is. Or Richard Benjamin. Catalytic converters? Anyway, didn’t your dad jump out the window after buying you my doppelganger? Follows. In complete agreement with you, darlin’, except on the rude and crude thing. After all, you’re talking to someone who wears white gloves. Best to not create a call for sorry, but if it happens without trying, a well meant one can cover a lot of ground, yes. Have we any downed fences, darlin’?

The very thought of you makes
My heart sing
Like an april breeze
On the wings of spring
And you appear in all your splendor
In the grass, the snow, the sand…
My one and only love

The shadows fall
And spread your mystic charms
In the hush of night
While you’re in my arms
I feel your lips so warm and tender
My one and only love

The touch of your hand is like heaven
A heaven that I’ve never known
The blush on your cheek
Whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own

You fill my eager heart with
Such desire
Every kiss you give
Sets my soul on fire
I give myself in sweet surrender
My one and only love


robert mellin & guy wood