…your tenderness and soft touch. It means even more because I know a good bit of your life you have had so little of it. For some pain makes them bitter, but your hurts made you sweet and kind.
From “If I Could” by Harry Boslem
If I could find a song bird,
I’d place it on your windowsill,
To sing the song of our love,
And chase away the morning chill.
If I could find a sweet rose,
I’d place it on your pillow,
To gently scent your sleep’s repose,
With the good smell of tomorrow.
If I could kiss your sweet lips,
I’d kiss them all the while,
Until I lost myself in their softness,
To be found again in your smile.