Moonlight Serenade (Frank Sinatra)


I am of those people who still believe in the existence of love.
Not in a hopeless romantic way, but in a very painfully realistic way.

And as imperfect as I know I am; I am very picky about this significant other, who’s supposed to love me for who I am.

You could say that I am quite the hypocrite. And I would say you’re quite right.

These visions that I have of love, however, may sound like I am okay with the wait. Well, I’m not. Not at all.
I am tired, and bored, and disappointed with the wait. I am almost done.

“So don’t let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night”



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