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"Never My Love" by The Association (Greatest Hits, 1968)

The Evening Garden Walk: Digital Art by Shawn Michel de Montaigne

Never My Love

The Association


You ask me if there'll come a time

When I grow tired of you

Never, my love

Never, my love

You wonder if this heart of mine

Will lose its desire for you

Never, my love

Never, my love

What makes you think love will end

When you know that my whole life depends

On you? (on you)

Never, my love

Never, my love

You say you fear I'll change my mind

That I won't require you

Never, my love

Never, my love

How can you think love will end

When I've asked you to spend your whole life

With me? (with me, with me)

Never, my love (never, my love)

Never, my love (never, my love)

Never, my love (never, my love)

Never, my love (never, my love)


I knew from a very young age that I would never marry.

So when I was voted "Most Likely to Be Married by 21"

by my silly high-school classmates, I laughed in their faces.

You see, I was a completely devoted, committed, and faithful boyfriend,

and I loved couplehood and what came with it,

but I never wanted to stand at the head of an aisle,

watching as my bride-to-be walked solemnly towards me.

My silly classmates mistook my simple "like the whole

committed couple routine" for "dude wants to be married."


I have always had serious issues with the institution,

especially as it is today.

And by "today" I mean the balance of my life to this point.

But that's a discussion for another time and another place.

I have a strong romantic side to my spirit,

one that enjoys fantasizing about a marriage institution that

I would like to be part of, and the people (women) who would

support such an improved institution; and so, to that end,

I enjoy projecting into that fantasy at times

and thinking about such things as what songs I would

want played at my wedding.

This is most definitely one of them.

It's rich, it's full, it's beautifully written.

It's simple and elegant; it doesn't trifle or pretend

to be something it isn't; it comes at you and is gone

like the sweet smell of spring lilacs,

leaving you blinking and entranced.


The harmonies on this piece are absolute perfection.

"Most Likely to Be Married by 21."

What a joke.


Digital Art: The Evening Garden Walk by yours truly


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