Bournemouth bus-stop

You look so troubled my dear Light was the touch of my voice in that dark place Desperately I struck out my hand Such was my disposition to help; I gave no thought to whether I was able They rose Twin diamonds with there natural beauty Fixed upon me Harder than steel Brighter than the sun I have lost count the times they have pierced my heart Gladly would I dash myself upon them and never rue the exchange How I ached You look so troubled my dear Then it came That quicksilver smile Such fluid grace She spoke to me Eased my pain Be not troubled my heart My love My soul Though all seemed dark I know I am not alone I see you there, where you always are By my side Be not troubled for it will pass this fleeting melancholy As it always does When I am with you