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A Melethel!



A Melethel! 

(A song of love contented, then love desolate, then love triumphant)


My heart used to be a grey tower alone by the sea.

You became the light on the dark side of me.

Love became a friend, not a stranger or a guest.

 

But from now on, when it snows,

We lay by the fire and you

wake a desire in me.

 

A Melethel! from now on

A kiss on the nose greets the day.

Oh, the more I learn of you, the better I feel, yea,

Now when we stand ‘neath the Moon.

Our eyes meet, your brown and my grey.

 

There is so much that I could tell you, so much I could say.

You’ve become my morning, my midnight, my day!

To me you're like a growing obsession that I can't deny.

And I don’t care if that’s not healthy, yea,

 

But from now on, when it snows,

We lay by the fire and you

wake a desire in me.

 

A Melethel! from now on

A kiss on the nose greets the day.

Oh, the more I learn of you, the better I feel, yea,

Now when we stand ‘neath the Moon.

Our eyes meet, your brown and my grey.

 

And now, a kiss on the nose greets the day,

And now, a kiss on the nose greets the day,

And now, a kiss on the nose greets the day,

And now, a kiss on the nose greets the day.

 

There is so much that I could tell you, so much I could say.

You’ve become my morning, my midnight, my day!

To me you're like a growing obsession that I can't deny.

And I don’t care if that’s not healthy, yea,

 

But from now on, when it snows,

We lay by the fire and you

wake a desire in me.

 

A Melethel! from now on

A kiss on the nose greets the day.

Ooh, the more I learn of you, the better I feel, yea.

Now when we stand ‘neath the Moon.

Our eyes meet, your brown and my grey.

 

A Melethel! from now on

A kiss on the nose greets the day.

Ooh, the more I learn of you, the better I feel, yea.

Now when we stand ‘neath the Moon.

Our eyes meet, your brown and my grey.

 

And now when we stand ‘neath the Moon.

Our eyes meet, your brown and my grey.


This song is a "filk", a respectful rewriting of an existing piece which tells a different story from the original.

You hear the song of Lady Seregrian, who sings for her impossible love of a Mortal.

The source work is by Seal, his award-winning song "Kiss from a Rose".

Artwork by the incomparable Sairona...