I see you in every cold bird that flies by
Or perches on tree or pole.
You smile at me from places on high,
A song for my heart and my soul.
Winter wind will howl and scream
With wailing voice, and mourn full moan.
Closing my eyes I imagine thee,
Pray you are warm at home.
I think of your kiss with lips that smile.
Thy bright fiery eyes alight
The sad distance, the cruel mile.
Yet I know each day and night.
We are never apart
Always blessed by that
Gentle love in our hearts.
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