His actions charm me, and his smiles allure.
That strong glance was a sweeping overture
To love's rich, splendid music, rising slow
From loneliness's pain, to overthrow
With its full, swelling tide, all my old woe.
From out the groping dark my heart takes wing,
His song has taught me that I, too, can sing,
His strength has made my soul both deep and wide
With courage there, triumphantly, inside.
I laugh, and wonder how I ever cried.