Blue moon
you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
And then they suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper "Please adore me"
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Done with computer airbrushing in 2004.
This artist, Emily goes by the handle Friede and is a perpetual student specializing in eighteenth century literature in English.She's always on the lookout for people who know what epistolary novels are, who love really long novels (or hate them in an entertaining fashion), or know the unique mental lisp that comes from reading too many facsimile manuscripts. More by this same artist can be found here.
Small- 8x12
Medium- 12x18
Large- 18x24