Autumn - A poem by Ed Blair

I Love You

"I love you," this was whispered low today.
What magic words! They showed a soul the way.
His eyes looked up, and lo! the sun was out
And he could see the way, before in doubt.
"I love you," whispered low, a charm, a thrill
To old or young^___their lives with music fill.
It makes a burden but a joy to bear,
It gives fleet wings to ruthless, dark despair.

"I you", oh, how sweet the words do sound.
At night they hang sweet clustered dreams around,
And mind and body drift to quiet rest,
Because of all who live none more are blest.
"I love you," yes, old hearts again grow young
That many years the gossips may have stung,
And eyes grow bright, ambition fires once more,
For we must live for those whom we aAore.

"I love you." It is as the sun to earth
Whose warm rays start the buds of tender birth,
For darkness cannot dwell where soft sunlight
Peers into silent nooks, but takes its flight.
Then speak it to the young and to the old
Before the clay now living turns to mold,
For smiles will come and cares flit from the brow
Whene'er you whisper that you love them now.

^__Ed Blair.