| Dear Varsha, Hark unto me and lend me your ear, Listen closely to what you are about to hear, These words may sink into your torn heart And give your poor heart a fluttering start. Let the soft rain of love wash over your soul Cleansing your spirit from all sorts of woe. Fill your dear heart right up to the brim, With the love showering down - but you still look grim! Allow me the pleasure of guiding you to love, Release your spirit to fly like the dove. Baby, each day I think of little but you, It's a very good sign that our love is true. Oh! I'm still not sure if my words are getting through Dear, open your heart and feel that they're true. Let my love wash over your soul like the rain, Until our bodies are old and I need the cane. My love for you will last an eternity, So patience, dear, and believe in me. I love you, baby Trevor 18 May 2002 |