A Complicated Melody
CH.4
"What do you think of the name Natasha Amani Nicole"? "I don't particularly care for it. It's so 16th century Russia". "Well I like it"! "Well so far we have Clarisse Jacqueline Amanda Motaz and Joseph Anthoni Nicolas Motaz, and that's it". "I still can't believe that you're naming one of your kids after me". "Your names nice Joseph and now you and Her Majesty can have the joy of trying to figure out which Clarisse or Joe I'm talking about". "You are something else My Charlotte". "I know"! Charlotte was nearing the end of her Pregnancy and Sebastian was SO grateful.
He was trying to be the best Husband he could be. He was doing o.k. I might add. "Mia I'm bored come on let's go see who can eat the most Ice Cream". "O.k. My Charlotte". "Come on Honey you can be the bowl counter". They helped Charlotte up and then they all ran for the kitchen. I noticed that the Prime Minister had been loosing some weight. I felt Joseph looking me over. He was still slouched over the couch from where Mia was laying on him. I was trying to decide whether or not I was gonna sing him the song I'd written for him. I walked over to him and started to open my mouth, the words just wouldn't come out. "Do you have something to say Clarisse"? "I wrote something for you".
"I thought Her Majesty had given up her creative spark"? "Just listen please"?
Then I sang: "If he were a color, he'd be a deep dark forest green. If he were a car he'd be a long stretch limousine with room for all of humanity inside cause he's so giving and he is so wise. If he were a number he'd be a five cause he has such a brilliant mind. If he were an animal he'd be an ass, cause he's so stubborn sometimes.
But if he were a song he'd be a complicated melody, that complicated fellow he I almost cannot sing it on key.
But he means the world to me.
If he were a building he'd be a beautiful cathedral cause he's so traditionally spiritual. If he were a dance he'd be complicated like the Tango, exotic like a mango.
But if he were a song he'd be a complicated melody that complicated fellow he I almost cannot sing it on key.
He isn't the reason for the sun and moon. He's just the reason for this here tune. But he means the world to me. Just to me, me, me, me.
He's my complicated melody my complicated fellow he's my complicated melody. Together we'll sing on key". When I finished my song he just smiled like I'd given him the keys to a candy shop. "Did you like it"? "No. I loved it"! I smiled kissed him and lead him upstairs.
