"She" © M.J.C. Griffin

m i c h e l g r i f f i n

Tuesday 21 May 2013


She
She's a pirouette, an arabesque, the swallow's swirl around its nest; She's the moment just before the smile breaks into a laugh. She's a fountain playing in the summer sun, each bead a world that's just begun She's the bubble in the Perrier winking in the glass. And my love is like a river: deep, and wide and calm; And my heart, oh so tender, she's holding in her palm. She's the butter in the croissant; she's the honey on my tongue; She's the summer breeze at midnight: She's a song that's just begun. She's the deep red of the cherry; she's the pale dusk of the peach; She's the rosy apple on the branch, just beyond my reach ... And my love is like a river: deep, and wide and calm; And my heart, oh so tender, she's holding in her palm. She's a harlequin, a spark of light, a rainbow-coloured dragonfly; She's the girl who put the lick into electricity. She's the hint of jazz on the city street, she's the solo that's right on the beat: She's the music, she's the music, she's the music of my life, She's the music, she's the music of my life. Copyright © M.J.C. Griffin [ASCAP]	[play] album