YOUR FEET
Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.I’M A FOOL TO WANT YOU
J. Wolf/Herron/Frank Sinatra
I'm a fool to want you
I'm a fool to want you
To want a love that can't be true
A love that's there for others tooI'm a fool to hold you
Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss that Devil has knownTime and time again I said I'd leave you
Time and time again I went away
But then would come the time when I would need you
And once again these words I had to sayTake me back, I love you
...I need you
I know it's wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong I can't get alongWithout you
MY FUNNY VALENTINE
Rodgers & Hart
My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of artIs your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine's DayIs your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine, stay
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