A Lover's Concerto

"Musical compositions, it should be remembered, do not inhabit certain countries, certain museums, like paintings and statues. The Mozart Quintet is not shut up in Salzburg: I have it in my pocket."~Henri Rabaud

Go Chase a Moonbeam

Nothing`s Gonna Change My Love For You

It Hurts to Say Goodbye

Don't Forget I Still Love You

DON`T FORGET I STILL LOVE YOU
Bobbi Martin

Don`t forget I still love you
Everyday we`re apart
Someone else will be kissing you
But you`ll still be in my heart

Don`t forget I still love you
When her arms hold you tight
Just remember that I still care
Though I'm not with you tonight.

When I told you I loved you
I promised I`d be true
And I`ll keep that promise
My whole life through

I could never forget you
And how our love used to be
Goodbye my darling and don`t forget
That you can always come back to me.

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When I told you I loved you
I promised I`d be true
And I`ll keep that promise
My whole life through

I could never forget you
And how our love used to be
Goodbye my darling and don`t forget
You can always come back to me.


My Story Behind the Song

This is my secret story that links to this song. I don't mind. It is just something to remember by.

When I was 17 years old, I had a crush on one of my father's subjects. I described him as dark and handsome for he was not really that tall.

His name was Leonardo. I am his female version in real life.

Leo must probably about three to five years older than me. I wasn't sure if he felt my infatuation, but we became good and close friends when at 18 I was forced to quit school due to financial difficulty and became a stay home aide for the family. (At that time, I did not know that I was one of a Scholarship Recipients from a state university but my high school principal did not endorsed the papers to me. No need to hate her, she's gone now).

Being the eldest and obedient daughter I was, I did my duty to my family:housekeeping, cooking, doing laundry to ironing, helping my mother in the garden, pasturing goats, raising hogs for supplementary income, running errands and more. See, I was a very good girl.

When Leo finished his duty (he was doing On the Job Training in the military under my father's command -NCO), I really couldn't figure out why he always came around to our house to hang out.

He was a very confident man, friendly, humorous and he had winning ways but polite and respectful.

Oftentimes, he caught me in the kitchen cooking. And he would come in and helped me prepare the vegetables. But when mealtime came, he would go away and not one bit would stay to eat with us. Never, ever! Sometimes, I felt disappointed, at the same time pleased.

Then from helping me in the kitchen, he adventurously embarked to helping me with my washing chores. In those days, we didn't have our own home water supply. So we had to go to a certain place where we did our laundry using a facility exclusive to military personnel and families.

I didn't know how it all started. But Leo would come around to bring me a little bag of candy. Much much later, he would sit down to keep me company and talked to me and eventually would help with the washing. Beat that?

It went on for a while. One Christmas day, I was very sad because the company had to send him on patrol. I silently missed him. When I was in the city, I bought him a present: handkerchief. That's all I could afford to give him. Three Red handkerchiefs.

I was stranded in the city, naturally, I also missed Christmas with my family. When I finally came home, my younger siblings ran to me and screamed loud to tell me "You got a present from Django". Yes, he was awarded that name because of his family name only with a different spelling.

I could not claim he was my boyfriend because he did not say anything to me. Though I could tell he was truly caring for me. It was put to a halt when his traineeship was over and I went to the university.

Years went on and we moved to another city, and he happened to have a relative living nearby; he did come to pay my parents a visit. He asked for me but I only learned it too late. None of my family told me or wrote to me to tell of his visit.

This song was on that year 1968 ... and this makes a very SPECIAL part of my memory.

Last but not the least, I am grateful to 65Reasons for providing me the lyrics and sending me the YOU TUBE link via isacanota (meaning One Note). My heartfelt appreciation to you both.

For Mama

Sarah Vaughn

Before You Go

When I was 13 years old, Freshman High School at LNPHS, Baroy, Lanao del Norte

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