No longer can the moments be,
Than when, My Love, you’re apart from me.
No emptier is my heart than this-
Than when, My Love, it is you I miss.
No blacker is the veil of night,
Than when, My Love, you’re withheld from my sight.
No brighter can the morning be,
Than when, My Love, it is you see.
No greater can my eyes be blest,
Than when, My Love, on thy beauty they rest.
No closer am I to earthly bliss,
Than when, My Love, it is you I kiss.
No richer am I in silver or gold,
Than when, My Love, it is you I hold.
No sweeter a sound can alight on my ear,
Than when, My Love, it’s your laughter I hear.
No equal a strain can musicians blend,
Than your voice, My Love, with your love to send.
Copyright © Bruce Schuhart | Year Posted 2012
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