In the warmth of August;
I find comfort in your soul.
In the blue of your eyes &
the calm of the night.
I'll fall into the music
of your heart.
Supplying perfect total peace.
Bringing me down on my knees.
Nothing brings forth the truth,
from me as you & only you can do.
Tell me where has all the love gone to?
I'm missing most of me without you.
Alive though still dead.
Nothing I sincerely hold dear to me.
The best of me is elsewhere;
As you are too.