A song from my lover

The eternal quest of an overwhelming passion

I listened to an old love song, always beautiful, addictive. It plays in my mind from time to time, I remember the first time I saw its video on MTV and I was a young girl dreaming of her Prince Charming. Yes, I am one of those that grew up waiting for a man that could be able to surprise you with romance and passion. Honestly, I live on passions.

When I was younger I dreamt of a man that would sit at a piano and sing me a love song. All for me, just for me. Halfway between Luther Vandross and Lionel Richie (but all the others are accepted too).

Now I feel like shouting to all my women sisters of this strange world, how many times you have been dedicated a song, some verses, a poem … How many times you have been the muse of that Art that comes from the heart and wants to reach the desired heart of the loved one.

Because someone must be addressed by those who wrote or sang or painted the love, the desire, the passion. There must be someone in the artist’s mind, that inspires him. There is someone in your own, when you feel something vibrating inside, whilst you listen words, music or any other language capable of inebriate you of love and life.

But does the contrary ever happen? Do you know how it feels to be the muse, to be overwhelmed, surrounded, submerged by the lover’s desire? Who surprises us as well, who makes us listen to his song for us? Who and where are the Prince Charming that sit at a piano and sing us their love songs?

“ ‘Cause I wonder where you are and I wonder what you do…

Are you somewhere feeling lonely?

Or is someone loving you?...”

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