My wife and I fell in love at Disney Springs. I remember the exact moment. It was during the 3rd song we danced to played by one of the various bands set up around the lake. Since that first night, I've often wondered why these musicians haven't become household names. They sound as good, maybe better, than the musicians performing on the award shows. Valentine's night Mary and I returned to Disney Springs. My old buddy Jack Daniels was talking to me as Mary and I enjoyed the sounds of Mighty Swell, who played in an open venue on the sidewalk, and Crystal at the bar next to Planet Hollywood, when the thought occurred to me that all these musicians were missing was their own original music. So as we sat listening to Crystal's clear, ringing voice, I wrote the female version of the poem/lyrics that follow. While I was writing I was getting a lot of encouragement from my old buddy Jack. I was sure I'd penned a #1 hit Valentine's night. Not so sure now. But maybe you'll enjoy and maybe, just maybe, someone will put it to music. Wouldn't that be grand?
We look at the extreme example of Venezuela and think that could never happen here. Venezuelans thought the same thing, just ask my brothers-in-law.