I miss the voice that calls my name
I miss the hand that holds me securely
I miss the words that enlivens my day
I miss those eyes that see my soul
I miss the way you call my name
Along with the way you hold my hand
I miss you dearly how you love me
And how you tell me you do
I long to hear that voice again
I hope to feel your hand brush against mine
I hope to see those eys
And I hope to be loved by you as long as I have life
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....
"My voice is too soft for you to hear.
My actions are too weak for you to see.
But if you would only listen carefully,
you''ll hear the sound of my heart
that says from now ''til forever,
I''ll always be here...."
