All that long hot summer through I shared a summer cold with you
that seemed to last forever.
Whether, sharing the same germs, dreams, bacteria or whatever
it seemed to bind us so...very close together.
If this was love...it couldn't get no better.
And all my heart could say
even to this day...is:
'Bless you...bless you...bless you.'
Friends of mine who had been childhood sweethearts were coming up to their golden wedding anniversary. They had everything...the big house....well off etc. They were telling me when they first got together they had a flat with not a stick of furniture and slept on bare floorboards. They had nothing except each other and an illustrated Shakespeare's Sonnets. I told them I would write a poem for them. But he died only days before the big day and she only a few days later. So it was at their funeral that I ended up blessing their love.