She wrote me a letter
Talked of garlands and May
Walk with me through the meadow
Tread with me softly, she did say
I replied in stuttering staccato
Struck a strangers chord, with echo and delay
Your kindness, gentle, finds and swamps me
I’m sinking fast, I did say
She wrote such words that turned me
Talked of where, and when we’d play
Talked with me so full of passion
She’d twist the vine with me, she did say
I replied by post, almost rolled over
Searching deep for every word
Your passion fever, finds and haunts me
My writing is past, you’ll find I did say
