Haworth
Emily, Emily,
You’re givin’ me love,
With your heavenly, heavenly words,
But you never knew me like I know you, so
Emily, Emily,
You just lifted your hand.
You wrote grand poetry, Emily,
That I understand.
Oh Emily,
There may be centuries, ages
Between us but still, we can walk in your pages,
And be with you, Emily,
Making love with your mind.
Emily, Emily,
History’s not kind.
I sit here and read your mind,
But I can’t reply.
Emily, Emily,
You wrote about love,
Long-lost souls, wearily querying,
Why should we die?
Oh, Emily,
There may be centuries, ages
Between us but still, we can walk in your pages,
And be with you, Emily,
Making love with your mind.
Emily,
The distance is long,
And it seems so wrong
That we should be only joined by words.
If we only have words,
If we only have thoughts to share -
Well, I’m glad they were yours….