Danger at the Gallery: Love in Black

From love poem to stalker's anthem? 'I Choose You' wasn't supposed to be this way... Uncover the dark twist behind this song's creation. New music video out now.

The Original Poem:

Tasseled tapestries

Of green and blues

Covered the walls

Near and around

The sight of you.

Token fractals clear and sharp

Pull the strings

Of a non-seeking heart.

In a moment of clarity

I simply knew

But she clung tight

To my sight of you.

Tall and handsome

You made quite the pair

But you turned

And you saw

I was there.

My heart skipped a beat

My face flushed bright red

And I turned so quick

I kicked and tripped

Sending my champagne

Flying through the air.

In a moment of panic

I reached for the flute

And saw you reflected

in the mirrored “Depiction of truth.”

The gallery artisan

Was ready to disarm

And stifled his anger

With false charm.

Catching the flute

In his hand

So adept

I forgot where I was

And laughed as I wept.

Excusing myself

To clean up my mess

I considered leaving the gallery

I’d ruined my dress.

But in a strange window

An art form of sorts

I saw you were looking

As though I was sport.

I made myself promise

‘Cause you were was totally my type

I’d not see you again

And knew it’d be a fight.

Dressed in black

An automated spark

A temptation to fight back

Wow!

You were a problem

For my heart.

If your clothing wasn’t enough

Your beard made me quake

It was full and thick

And covered your face

But your eyes shone bright

I wanted you right then

I needed you that night.

“It’s just not fair,” I whispered and ran

And made it to the rest room

Another flute in my hand.

How’d I get it?

I’ve not a clue

But threw it back

Drinking in the thought

Of you.

Taking a seat on a velvet chair

I checked my dress

My shoes

My hair.

Finally, I stood

And after suitable time

I prepared my face

Then reached for the door.

Before I knew what was happening

It swung opened wide

And I looked up and saw

To my surprise

You, and your beautiful green eyes.

“You were taking too long,” you said to me

With a flute in each hand

You held the door with your knee.

“Um, what about your date?” I asked with despair

I was losing a battle

Nervously checking checked my hair.

“That is my sister,” he said and grinned

And I lost my will

To keep the promise, I made.

“Your sister?” I asked

And felt the electricity

between you and me

“My sister,” you said

And boom! I was yours

Heart and soul.

It’s been near on twenty years

And my appreciation of art

Led me into

My lover’s arms

And his name

Was etched

Onto my heart.

I’ve never wanted another

Being hurt so much before

Even then I knew

He was dangerous

For my trusting soul.

I never wanted

To love again

But when he saw me

In that gallery

It was only him.

Our love has never wavered

Our life is full of joy

Neither of us were looking

That night long ago

But twenty years on

I’ll never let go.

We care of each other

And as equals we play

There’ll never be another

And he promised

He’d never go away.

He holds my hand

When we drift off to sleep.

We cherish our time

As together we grow old.

And one day a year

We return to where my heart was sold.

A gallery then a store

And bookshop

Now a gallery again

We never mind the small stuff

Or the things now gone

And we visit that gallery

To that night we are drawn.

Those same works of art

Hang from the roof and the walls

And the stain of my champagne

Can still be seen on the floor.

We remember the moment

Of our love at first sight

How I almost ignored it

How I almost took flight.

We tighten the hold

On each other’s hand

Fingers entwined

Love on the strand.

Waves crash the shores

And echo ‘neath the wharf

With the man of my dreams

The love of my life

beside me as we walk.

CREDITS:

• Lyrics by Karen Eastland, https://kareneastland.id.au - https://music.kareneastland.id.au
• Production by Karen Eastland
• All vocals and music created using Udio AI
• Image: Ideogram.ai
• DaVinci Resolve