heart warming birthday

There is silence that nothing saith;
one we know and have known for long,
one we know not, but we shall know....
the silence of life forlorn....

There is silence that nothing saith;
that words could ever speaketh,
like the spring which bringeth forth her daffodils,
like the green lake water that runneth deep and still,

I liveth my life on a will upon a whim,
but thou love and thoughtful care maketh me swim....
down the silver cascades
shooteth me up the clouds of fluffy cotton...


for after long days of work and the lingering sun,
of work that surmounts always, work undone, that must be done,
as the west grew crimson, the sun smouldered red,
thou hath made my day rosy, chocolaty and special, special 'unsaid'.....

no hovering melody of birds could ever express
the absolute contentment of my heart whicheth without words.....!!!