The Presence Of You

There’s a change in the season
and a smell in the air
these are days that we vow
anytime,.....anywhere.....
and each smile is precious
and the touches, too few
like the moments I’m blessed
by the presence of you...

There are apples and pumpkins
and leaves on the ground
and the taste of October
is the sweetest I’ve found
and our hearts are on fire
and all fairy tales....., true
like the moments I’m blessed
by the presence of you...

Soon the winter is coming
and the trees will be bare
and we’ll turn up our collars
to the chill in the air
but I carry the treasures
that I need to pull through
they’re the moments I’m blessed
by the presence of you..

when the world’s cold and lonely
you’re the one I run to....

Love Unexpressed!
Constance Fenimore Woolson

The sweetest notes among the human heart-strings are dull with rust;
The sweetest chords, adjusted by the angels, are clogged with dust;
We pipe and pipe again our dreary music upon the self-same strains,
While sounds of crime, and fear, and desolation, come back in sad refrains.

On through the world we go, an army marching with listening ears,
Each longing, sighing, for the heavenly music he never hears;
Each longing, sighing, for a word of comfort, a word of tender praise,
A word of love, to cheer the endless journey of earth's hard, busy days.

They love us, and we know it; this suffices for reason's share.
Why should they pause to give that love expression with gentle care?
Why should they pause? But still our hearts are aching with all the gnawing pain
Of hungry love that longs to hear the music, and longs and longs in vain.

We love them, and they know it; if we falter, with fingers numb,
Among the unused strings of love's expression, the notes are dumb.
We shrink within ourselves in voiceless sorrow, leaving the words unsaid,
And, side by side with those we love the dearest, in silence on we tread.

Thus on we tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfils,
Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the distant hills.
The only difference of the love in heaven from love on earth below Is:
Here we love and know not how to tell it, and there we all shall know.