Dear Miss Harris.
this letter is to inform you that your position in the constaltions
Is fixed and never to fade.

My dearest Eleanor.
It would be misleading if I told you that for me, it was love
                                         at first sight but you have grown on me with
                                             The passage of time.
Over the years I have come to understand what the fuss was alll about.
As me myself and I sat alone in my solitude.
I have grown to love what a little moonlight can do as I cried for you.


                                         Don't explain. Now I know that you've changed


                                         Like autumn in new york and yesterdays witout your love have made me miss you even more now as I cover the waterfront in search of my love.

You my love are. travelin light crowned with a white carnation forever

strolling through my memories.
                                          Maybe we will meet again on some other
                                          Spring.some fine and mellow sunlit morning.
                                          Till then dear,good morning heartache is the
                                          Song that I sing as I sit in my solitude.

Hush now my heart. Don't explian. What is there to gain.
All my thoughts are of you for I am completly yours.
You are my joy and pain so don't explain.

Right or wrong don't matter,when you are with me sweet.

The pointed pain
Sad refrain. Good morning heartache.
Stop haunting me love.can't. Shake you no how

The welcome sting that your love will bring
Your arm so bruised and stained.
Repulsed me at first. The wounded bird
Does sing a lovely song.
It took me so long to
Feel your pain lady.
But you are now and ......... forever in my vein
And will remain.