In that lone pit where I was living-dead,
No one heard me suffer in my silence,
But when I had lost hope, you came, and instead
Pull’d me up; you are my deliverance;
We would walk together, you beside me,
And we would talk for hours upon end
Of love and dreams, books and philosophies,
We’d lie in fields, list’n to music, then
Run off to the library. You know my
Thoughts like a book, if I’m happy or worse;
If you happ’n to hear my pathetic sighs,
You relieve my pain and sing in sweet verse;
You know all my faults, and you can see
That we are two bright souls in one body.








