If we had a song, this was it. I realise, re-reading the lyrics, that perhaps I did let Mark down. But even as I write this I know he forgave me long before I ever forgave myself. A little love Slowly grows and grows Not one that comes and goes That's all I want from you A sunny day With hopes up to the skies Not a day that comes and dies That's all I want from you Don't let me down Oh, show me that you care Remember when you give You also get your share Don't let me down I have no time to wait Tomorrow might not come When dreamers dream too late A little love Slowly grows and grows Not one that comes and goes That's all I want from you A sunny day With hopes up to the skies Not one that comes and dies That's all I want from you Don't let me down Oh, show me that you care Remember when you give You also get your share Don't let me down I have no time to wait Tomorrow might not come When dreamers dream too late A little love Slowly grows and grows Not one that comes and goes That's all I want from you

I miss you brother. Think about you every day. You squeezed a whole lifetime into a matter of months on Lewis and I know you will always be in my heart.

Thank you Naz for reading for me. Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind And then you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind And then you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind Now, Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river She's wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind And then you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind