It's taken for granted if I may say ... It has no meaning to some in anyway. It's easy to give as it is to get ... but some don't realize it's the best thing yet! For what's a kiss if it can't be felt deep in your soul that you wanna melt! Have you ever been KISSED!!!!?
I cannot sing to you You ARE my song ... Song of gladness
Song of sadness ... Things begin and end with you ... I could sing a song triumphant swelling to tremendous tones ... Tones of vibrant living things Lust for life ... The earth, the sky Rippling waters, stars on high ... Or a mountain melody Soulful, soothing harmony ... Songs of everything on earth I could sing the whole day long ... But not to you You ARE my song!
The body ages ... not the heart it stays forever young expanding to embrace new loves it's song is never sung. Tomorrow I may love still more than in my yesterdays life knocks upon the waiting door outside new music plays. Love springs unbidden to the heart a stranger, now a friend and on a day till then grey dull loom futures without end. The mind can furnish countless joys the body plays its part but life has no conspiracy to age a loving heart.
A maiden steals through silent moonlight to where, under an elm's shadows her waiting lover's eyes are bright while nature's music is heard from surrounding meadows. From a pond comes the croaking of frogs and nearby, crickets sing with might. While a little rabbit, now unafraid of dogs also adds his patter-patter rhythm to the night. A night for love, when in the skies above the full moon winks and smiles when all is bliss on a night like this the full moon winks and smiles. ...................................................(Moon picture is by artist Inga Nielsen.)
In my haste to explore the vastness of all that surrounds and centers on my life ... I forgot to look closely, sensitively at the delicate pink petals and intricate green leaf of the little flower you pressed lovingly into my hand. In my haste and mundane preoccupation with lesser things all through this day ... I forgot to tell you I love you ... therefore something beautiful and too precious to waste was lost to both of us.
Sometimes the heart is too heavy to give voice to a song ... the harp strings of poetry having lost all their tautness cannot sound the music for which the soul hungers and fingers have become too stiffened with sadness to pluck with carefree abandon a joy-filled melody. But the voice of faith whispers were there no darkness there would be no rejoicing at the coming of light.
It's about that time of the year It seems a moment ago I knew nothing about death till you died One minute you were laughing ... The next minute you weren't I see you all the time in my mind's eye ... smiling and laughing and telling me "hurry... hurry... see you soon" I miss you Everyone does ... You left too soon There was more of life to do The time we had was precious and fun I think somehow... you know... I think of you and always will ... You really haven't gone You wouldn't do that without telling me first.