Come talk with me of many a thing, <br />Of autumn hues, and the buds of spring, <br />Of cloudy skies and the sunshine's beams, <br />The sharp reality, and the gentle dreams. <br /> <br />Come talk with me of joyful times, <br />Of fun and laughter and pantomimes, <br />Of life's sweet pleasures, delights and thrills, <br />But not of sadness or our earthly ills. <br /> <br />Come talk with me of love and bliss, <br />Of how we felt on our first kiss, <br />Of when we two became as one, <br />And our life together became fine-spun. <br /> <br />Come talk with me of everything, <br />Of bees and birds upon the wing, <br />Of nature's rare beauty all around, <br />Things that can so, the mind, astound. <br /> <br />Come talk with me, converse a while, <br />Of precious thoughts that raise a smile, <br />Of remembering something that is really true, <br />That you're here for me and I'm here for you.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-talk-with-me/
