Valentine's Special

   

                               And in Life's noisiest hour,
            There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
                   The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

              You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
              And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
                 Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;
               You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
               Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
               On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

        And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
        How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you. [/color]         
         
                         specially written for:

                              pilgrim1
                             michelin89
                             simibrazil
                               uspry1