LOVE BEGINS WITH ELLE
There’s a lovely young lady who cast a great spell
Over me, and I’ll tell you her first name is Elle.
Her eyes are bewitching – they ensnare with their charms. It would be rapture enwrapped in her arms.
I can’t even sleep, knowing she sleeps elsewhere;
I can’t even think, knowing passion so rare.
My love for her strengthens with each passing day.
For a glimpse of her splendor I’ll pray.
And so, dear Elle, ma jolie belle,
You’ve got me coming, going, in a whirl
But I don’t care because my prayer
Is share your life with me and be my girl.
Her voice filled with music has captured my heart,
It fills up the silence, inspires my art.
And also my ardor, so God only knows.
That I can’t live with out her –
No, I can’t live with out her –
I just can’t live with out her…–
My wild English Rose.
Copyright 2004 Peter Sherman All rights reserved.
