The Thin Edge by Dorothy Parker
With you, my heart is quiet here,
And all my thoughts are cool as rain.
I sit and let the shifting year
Go by before the window-pane,
And reach my hand to yours, my dear…
I wonder what it’s like in Spain.
The Thin Edge by Dorothy Parker
With you, my heart is quiet here,
And all my thoughts are cool as rain.
I sit and let the shifting year
Go by before the window-pane,
And reach my hand to yours, my dear…
I wonder what it’s like in Spain.
