"If music be the food of love, play on," wrote Shakespeare in "Twelfth Night". The Bard probably knew from experience how passion is nourished by sweet sounds.
Most lovers have a signature song that whenever it's heard later in life will rekindle memories of the beginnings of their romance.
Our song is "Misty". The Erroll Garner classic. When I saw the Bliss cartoon above in the Trib one morning, I looked up across the breakfast table and jokingly asked my wife, "Do you remember our song?"
She laughed at the absurdity of the question. Then I started to hum a few bars. I could see that same love light in her eyes that I first saw 46 years ago. Time had not deflected Cupid's missile.
Later I Googled the song and read the lyrics, strands of which I whispered in her ear that night as we danced to Sarah Vaughan's sultry interpretation.
"Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree. And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud. I can't understand. I get misty just holding your hand."
Is your song as beautiful as ours?