I write the best of you by candle light

When evening shadows wrap me close in warmth,

Light-stippled skies still hint of heaven bright

While fading gold glows faint within the hearth.

‘Tis then I sit alone in peace and pride

And dwell upon sweet images of you—

Of beauty blessed that time cannot deride

And of a love that stays forever true.

In reverent silence, while you sleep above

I murmur softly your dear precious name

And silver tears stirred from a heart so moved

Fall softly through my memories like rain.

No greater gift has God yet given me

Than your pure love—which ever cherished be.