Absence
My love is like the sun that warms me when I am cold, And like the cool water of the brook that refreshes me. My love knows the secret pleasures of my soul, And delights with me in fulfilling them. Who is my love but the soul of my soul, And the reason for every beat of my heart. Who fills me with life in the joy of her presence, And returns to me more than I have given. Come to me, my love, I die without you. Each day is eternity, waiting for your touch. Remove the tears from my eyes and the ache in my heart, Be closer than my breath, all my days, all my nights.
by
Phillip Varady Sr.
