As the minutes, hours & the day,
pass along, go their way.
Happy is that which lets me say;
Words, my words,
So deep , so strong, so fair,
Feelings had, the fun the care.
Spent with you, through you,
Though not there nor here
nor anywhere like near.
You are far away from me in body,
But hidden in my heart, thy subtle art.
Full blossomed bearing strong.
Smiling my lips call a time,
Fun joy simply knowing
You are yet to be mine.
Mine to behold, to hold and inspire.
My day, the way I hold my pen.
My word unspoken still unheard.
Rings chimes sings rings
The heart, the start, the fundamental plot
of why WE work,
The chemistry of our bones!
THe different soil of our roots!