2 10 2011

People around me.

Things to do, words to say.

Smiles to smile, acts to play.

You, always by me.

They call you “the worst companion”

I call you my best friend.

By True Moi


Human touch

25 09 2011

’Tis the human touch
in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more
to the fainting heart
Than shelter and bread and wine.
For shelter is gone
when the night is o’er,
And bread lasts only a day.
But the touch of the hand
And the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always. — Spencer Michael Free


A Red Red Rose

12 09 2011

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, 
That’s newly sprung in June: 
O my Luve’s like the melodie, 
That’s sweetly play’d in tune. 

As fair art thou, my bonie lass, 
So deep in luve am I; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
Till a’ the seas gang dry. 

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
While the sands o’ life shall run. 

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! 
And fare-thee-weel, a while! 
And I will come again, my Luve, 
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!” — Robert Burns

Many moons ago today, he sent her this beautiful poem.

She read the poem, looked at the bright blue sky, and smiled.

I miss him.

I miss her.