You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.
You ask how long I'll love you; I'll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you.
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.
Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.
(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZbwNExpgXE )
Old memories...
Good morning, everyone. Late start today, late night last night. Too much good food and drink. Happy right now just to drink a cup of East India Company's "Royal Breakfast" tea and munch on a baguette. That'll hold me until lunch time...
Stitchawl