Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago

You Should Be Here

Summer, and butterflies fill the air;
Summer of moonlights so rare.
Whispers of a lover's dream;
Haunting of a lover's theme.

Black hat which once was worn;
Red heart that in my dreams were born.
Velvet kisses of lost nights-
Scarlet cushions of secret delights!

Morning madness, and rose in bloom!
Giving of sweetest perfume.
Those days seemed so to drowse;
And warm winds blew in the boughs.

Music plays, and I feel you near;
Hear the words uttered sincere.
But can the melody set my heart free?
How happy we could be!

Summer, and how the days are long.
Madness, how I still hear our song.
Satin are these summer nights;
My, and how the season excites!
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