For You

Consider the body of love letters I've written. Consider the songs, the poems, the promises, still soaked in hope. It feels like I wrote my wedding vows a thousand times, inscribing them on my heart with a diamond pen. What could I add to those words? What have I not already said? How could I say it better? In For You, written in 1986 (I was 9 years old) and released in 1988, John Denver said it better.
There comes a point when words can't say it; they simply cannot express the feelings you have for someone. Music helps, but it is still only part-way there. This song comes pretty close to saying it, though, doesn't it? Surely this song saw many a man and woman married, just as many of John's songs did (and probably still do). The song is longing, plaintive, waiting, steadfast, but burning. I thought every single one of its lines. I felt them far more. I do offer a prayer for her each day (and more than one). And if anyone wonders, I would give my life for her. In a heartbeat. 
I don't know what kind of man John Denver was, but this is a beautiful song. The lyrics are simple, like all folk songs should be. Anyone can listen to it and then carry it with them. When I hear John sing, I feel my heart sing. I'm glad he left us with the legacy of  his songs. I'm glad he left with us the stirrings of his heart. And that is what I, too, left on these many pages — my heart's legacy, my heart's song, and my heart's hope. 
There is a woman out there, somewhere, and I know she read the words I wrote for her. Maybe she still does. Maybe she moved on. Either way, it doesn't matter to my heart because it will always write these lines "for you." 
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Just to look in your eyes again
Just to lay in your arms
Just to be the first one always there for you
Just to live in your laughter
Just to sing in your heart
Just to be every one of your dreams come true
Just to sit by your window
Just to touch in the night
Just to offer a prayer each day for you
Just to long for your kisses
Just to dream of your sighs
Just to know that I'd give my life for you
For you for the rest of my life
For you all the best of my life
For you alone, only for you
Just to wake up each morning
Just to have you by my side
Just to know that you're never really far away
Just a reason for living
Just to say, "I adore"
Just to know that you're here in my heart to stay
For you for the rest of my life
For you all the best of my life
For you alone, only for you
Just the words of a love song
Just the beat of my heart
Just the pledge of my life, my love, for you

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