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.