Made a promise to myself,
The last time I was hurt by love,
It was the last time I’d ever fall for anyone.
Seemed like all of my life,
My heart was broken enough,
To write a book filled with sad songs.
But the first time my eyes fell on you,
I realized you were a dream come true;
Cupid’s arrow pierced me through and through,
Through and through, with love for you.
You made me forget, all the pain I used to feel inside,
You made me forget, the many times I cried, I cried and cried;
You made me forget, that I said I’d never love again,
You made me forget, the many tears I shed, they flowed like rain.
Since you came into my world,
You chased all my blues away,
So much sunshine I have never known before.
You bring love untold,
To me night and day,
Love so sweet I want to love you more and more.
Cause the first time my arms embraced you,
Caught by your charms, there was nothing I could do;
Cupid’s arrow pierced me through and through,
Through and through, with love for you.
You made me forget, all the pain I used to feel inside,
You made me forget, the many times I cried, I cried and cried;
You made me forget, that I said I’d never love again,
You made me forget, the many tears I shed, they flowed like rain.
I’m so glad I took the chance,
One last try at romance;
You fulfill my fantasy,
How wonderful true love could really be.
I thank the Lord you came my way,
And that is why I say a prayer,
Your love will always stay, stay with me.
You made me forget, all the pain I used to feel inside,
You made me forget, the many times I cried, I cried and cried;
You made me forget, that I said I’d never love again,
You made me forget, the many tears I shed, they flowed like rain.
Copyright ©1995 by G. Newton V. Chance
- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
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