Aye, and I must speak of how I miss
You, dear one today,
The turn of your eye;
the feel of your heart,
e'er softly flickering
in warm sunshine rays..

And I sure miss the pleasure
of the place I belong-
near your lovely soul,
Where the wind's blowing soft
from the thoughts on your mind
and the trill of your song...

And I'll be missing the gift
of the joy of your life;
your kindness, compassion,
The prayers that you whisper,
your tender enchantment
and gentlest delight...

And as love's soft music
in rapture floats free,
Then let me express my dear, how I bear;
'tis your spirit I miss-
for the heav'n of your love
is a blessing to me.

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © March 2010
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I'm crossing the sky, where we never fly
The sea, where the great schooner's ride
It breaks my heart still, for we are apart,
But I ne'er say farewell,
for you stay in my heart,
For absence now comes, to make our heart fond,
And as the night's end
and days are begun,
May the Lord's mighty hand
hold you close in His love.
~blossoms~