THE LOWE DOWN: Yesterday I Felt Like Writing a Love Song
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Though it was cold and snowy, you would have thought the sun was beaming, the birds were singing and the love bees stinging, because yesterday I felt like writing a love song.
The thought of marathon conversations with someone new, who got all the things the past never understood, was more intoxicating than my sixth Long Island Ice Tea at “the club.”
Thoughts of intimate beginnings, explorations into the peaks and valleys of my newfound lover’s mind, body and soul, excited me to no end. She was a vision of beauty, a keeper of my secrets, a close confidant and most of all, a true friend.
Man, this song was so good it started writing itself. “I’m feeling you … I love the way you …”
Just then, it got dark, cool and quiet. The light and heat from the metaphorical sun disappeared, the birds stopped singing and the bees stopped buzzing. I was cold and alone in the dark. The phone stopped ringing, voices say she’s cheating and my heart nearly stopped beating.
This is why yesterday, not today, I felt like writing a love song.
It has since occurred to me that the origin of most good love songs is in love of one‘s self. That most happy endings start with an individual being able to appreciate his self.
This is the most infinite, beautiful and divine opportunity for wealth!
Maybe today I will write that love song; to be heard from sea to shining sea. And the title of this love song will simply be: I LOVE ME!
A native of Lackawanna, N.Y., outside of Buffalo, Lowe is a former public school teacher who was forced into retirement due to injuries sustained on the job during a student’s blindside attack. Now a freelance writer, he’s battling life-threatening heart failure while waiting for a transplant. Those who wish to assist – either monetarily or with encouraging words – may visit his page on Help HOPE Live. He can be reached at wllowe@yahoo.com.
