Blending Ame has started a competition with me…the search for a greatest love song. As an example, I mentioned “You Are My Shining Star” by The Manhattans. She countered with some great selections of her own: “Close to You” by The Carpenters and “Endless Love.”
Let me throw another song in the mix. It’s by Joan Manuel Serrat, a Spanish writer that few Americans know. His song is called “The Woman I Love.” Lyrically…it’s perfect; it captures the lofty heights of emotion:
“The Woman I Love” by Joan Manuel Serrat: See Video for Music
The woman I love, doesn’t need tobathe herself each evening in holy water.She has many flaws, says my mother,and too many bones, says my fatherBut she is more true than bread and earth.My love is a love from before the warin order to know it…The woman I love, doesn’t need topluck the petals of a daisy every night.The woman I love, is a succulent fruitrooted in my soul just like anything else.My friends want her to cheat on meand my enemies’ lives are embittered…because without intention, her lullaby envelops youand against her warmth, pride is lostand shame…The woman I love, is succulent fruithappily ripening, sweet and conceited.The woman I love, tied me to her yoke,in order to sow the field from end to endfrom a love that speaks to us with the sage’s voice
and has a woman’s skin and lipsThey’re all gone my previous companions…My dog, my Scalextric and my lovers.Poor little Juan!The woman I love, tied me to her yoke:but, please, don’t say anything to her.