McCartney got a reputation for being the one who would write most the the more pop-style, ballad-type and softer style of music in his run with that group that did alright in the 1960’s. His apparent cherubic looks and thumbs-up persona didn’t help to give a different impression.
Yet if you are good at ballads and people love to listen to them and you like writing them, there’s no reason to be bashful about it. If others don’t fancy that, it’s not their problem, especially as in Sir Paul’s case you go laughing all the way to the bank as it gets tons of sales, tons of people using it at weddings and Valentine’s Day and all that stuff.
I have to admit, this is the first song I understood as a ballad. I’d probably heard some before, but when I heard this song, I knew that it was the epitome of the concept. The title helps as well, but it’s the feel of the song, from the pace, to the music itself and then of course Macca’s vocals.
In a lot of ways it is almost the perfect ballad and it is useful for those times with a loved one when you don’t need all the fuss of a fast song, but you can get it on with a cheek-to-cheek soft moving deal looking mushy in each others eyes and …