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Paris, Jazz and You

 

She's A Mystery To Me

 

Wounded By Thorns, Healed By The Rose

 

Don't Talk by Melody Gardot

Wounded By Thorns, Healed By The Rose

She was wounded by the thorns of loving

While trying to hold onto the rose

Listening to lies coming out of her head

That only the heart really knows.

Restless raindrops came pouring down

From vast and violent starless skies

He walked alone through teeming tears

Telling himself truth and lies.

Love flew by and heard the lies

Whispering through the stormy weather

Saw the woman, saw the man

And brought the two lost souls together.

Years of failing all the tests

Always wanting to just belong

Trying their best to get it right

But never failing to get it wrong.

The two of them walking a lonely road

While the clouds let loose above

Their hands touched when their eyes met

Standing, drowning in streams of love.

'Twas supernatural the night we met

Choreographed by God himself

As wounds were healed and lies revealed

By truth till there was no lie left.

The rose of love, of life devoid

Came then to life by love's decree

Sprang forth and watered by our tears

Bloomed inside you and inside me.

We'd never met and yet we knew

Each other's dreams, each other's goals

Without one proof we knew the truth

That had been there waiting in our souls.

Questions answered, questions asked

Our hearts knew what our heads could not

We found ourselves in a tale of wonder

Complete with people, place and plot.

How magical when love appears

When hope is lost and then reborn

On the darkest night of our whole lives

And replaced by the joy of a glorious morn.

The night, a song that lovers sing

The rain, the wine that quenches dirt

The thorns, those wounds that come from loving

The rose, the love that heals the hurt.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Jan 20, 2022

In Honor and Memory of Betty White and "Rose Nylund"