The Thought of You
The thought of you to me is such sweet bliss,
a joy that lasts, enduring for all time;
a joy, like love, that lives on with a kiss;
and will not end with the end of this rhyme.
The sight of you to me is happiness,
a promise to me that God is keeping;
so long as I abide in hopefulness,
with joy my heart always will be leaping!
If not for you, my bliss would disappear;
and be lost in the cold background of space;
it'd be there where I'd weep and shed a tear,
ne'er knowing the joy of seeing your face.
You are a bliss to me to epoch's end;
which fools cannot surpass with vogue or trend.
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