Words Flow From His Heart

Style of Thomas Hardy - He to She: May to October, how the months hurry by... it's the sad day tomorrow when we say goodbye. Sweet moments were magical with you and your charms. My stay has been wonderful alone in your arms. A holiday to remember near sea and sand. But at dawn's early light I must go - can't you see? To Canberra's fair city away I must flee; where the bronze Ethos statue points up to the skies... I will write to you darling, have no tears in your eyes. I'll return in December kissing your hand. Please take this Rosary, it comes from my heart. Sometime very soon, prayer will play a part. The beads which are sacred count the hours as they go and from now till December you will haunt my dreams so, because you are my only one I thought you should know.