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Ocean Deep

It’s my habit to set the radio on a timer at night. I’d fall asleep on the easy-listening tunes that gently airs out into the dark room after I have turned in for the night. Last night the silky, sexy voice of Cliff Richard seeped to my earshot. Ocean Deep. The tune has been a weakness, a tear-jerker, a stinger. It was no more than just another catchy tune when I first heard it in the 80s, then the magnitude of its impact on me has inevitably grown as my dating life has become horrifyingly assimilated to the lyrics.


Love, can’t you see I’m alone
Can’t you give this fool a chance
A little love is all I ask – a little kindness
In the night
Please don’t leave me behind
No – don’t tell me love is blind
A little love is all I ask and that is all

Oh love I’ve been searching so long
I’ve been searching high and low
A little love is all I ask – a little sadness
When you’re gone
Maybe you need a friend
Only please don’t let’s pretend
A little love is all I ask and that is all

I wanna spread my wings – but I just can’t fly
As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by

Ocean deep – I’m so afraid to show my feelings
I have sailed a million ceilings – in my -
Solitary room

Ocean deep – will I ever find a lover
Maybe she has found another
And as I cry myself to sleep
I know this love of mine Ill keep – ocean deep

Love can’t you hear when I call
Can’t you hear a word I say
A little love is all I ask
A little feeling when we touch
Why am I still alone?
I’ve got a heart without a home

A little love is all I ask – and that is all

I wanna spread my wings – but I just can’t fly
As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by

Ocean deep – I’m so afraid to show my feelings
I have sailed a million ceilings – in my -
Solitary room
Ocean deep – will I ever find a lover
Maybe she has found another
And as I cry myself to sleep
I know this love of mine Ill keep – ocean deep

I’m so lonely lonely lonely…
Maybe…

Don’t worry–I didn’t cry myself to sleep. :) It was just a reflection of reality–a call that I should no longer dwell on all the negatives of relationship. Without doubt man’s heart is as deep as the ocean, and to find that special someone is like searching for a needle in an ocean. The song is just one of the many attributes in life that helps shape who I am. A beautiful song. Why is it that the most beautiful romantic tunes are always sad?

2 Responses

  1. Feel better soon. Love can be bittersweet.

    Contact me off-line when you move to Hong Kong. I have a couple of friends who moved there.

    They would love to meet you! You are an interesting person.

  2. Ming — You have such a lovely soul. I always enjoy reading your blog, especially your travelogues with photos. God bless you.

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