So, there we go. . .
just when I thought I lost everything you came and gave me all.
My heart cries out for tenderness and thought nothing was returned. . .
but in the silence was the gift af all you had ~ and all you had was love
The silence was a friend of mine and enemy as well ~
it’s not your fault that words of love were very hard to tell.
You sang to me your need for care in words I didn’t hear,
but somehow through those silent times I felt your love and care.
Sandy Ozanich ~ (c) 2012