November Rain :: English Literature Essays

November precipitateI consecrate a shop display and view my reflection in the glass-a considerably built man of thirty with a tanned complexion, dark look and hair. I seem to have a certain charm and favor that give the axe-and does-go down very well with the ladies. I open the door, pull unwrap the chair, buy the drinks and surprise them with gifts. I stay at their flats after a night out I leave my belongings there. You could say that Im just a bachelor with a lust for living-if I wasnt married.Ive been married cardinal years and it feels like 40. It was outstanding at first-nights out in clubs, at parties, flirting, teasing and loving to each one other, or at least touching each other. We had no children to conquer us down and a whole world of fun to experience. Then, it stopped. I cant remember when, where or how. What I know is that for ten years Ive been bound to this woman and all the practices of such a colourful marriage have been tried and are jaded the feelings no longer evident. She is abrupt with her answers and retorts for the most part and otherwise silent, so we two have seemed to have taken our own practices elsewhere, fallen into another mortals arms and experience the same feelings anew.I walk on by, get into my shining convertible (which is now speckled with signs of yet more than rain) and speed away. I step into the hall of my home in Chicago, Illinois, and into the kitchen. Rain cascades down the windowpane, such has been the case for much of Novmber. There is a plate of spaghetti Bolognese waiting right on the counter for me. I waken it up, and take it to my study, letting the aroma waft right past my nose. go on the stereo, I settle back in my leather, over-cushioned armchair with a long, relaxed sigh. The stereo always starts on Classic Rock radio station. Hard rock, thats what I love best. I open the Wall Street Journal, sub-consciously earreach to the music in the background. Bliss.Blackwater shares have(Music in ba ckground)When I look into your eyes, I can see a love restrained, but darlin when I uphold you, dont you know I feel the sameI look up to see the source of this slightly familiar form November Rain by Guns N Roses.both know hearts can change, and its hard to hold a candle in the crisp November rain