That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
The breeze favoured me on Turnham Green
Urging me Brentford-ward long before
The bus arrived. Air had a silver sheen...
I feel magnificent – sixteen without the angst!
It’s something to do with just had a kiss from you –
Thrown off me dolour...
