I Am Thinking of You

How easy to say "I am thinking of you", But what does it conjure, I pray? Does it call up your face, or your eyes shining true; Your figure, your walk, or the dear things you do; Your hair, or your smile, or your garment of blue? Oh, what is the answer, I say?

"I am thinking of you", is easily said. But the import of this I would seek. Perhaps 'tis the stories together we read; Or is it the music your voice made, instead? Or mem'ry of roses so fragrant and red That match but the bloom of your cheek.

"I am thinking of you", again I repeat, Even thinking of you as I write; Now what is the "you" that my spirit would greet? Oh, what is this "you" that my thoughts rush to meet? For thinking of you is a joy as complete As the star lighted heavens at night.

"I am thinking of you", but the you that I know I can never, no never explain: 'Tis your laugh, and your touch, and the kindness you show, 'Tis the sympathy shed, 'tis your eyes with their glow Of deep understanding, come weal or come woe. All that tenderness, harmony, friendship bestow Make the "you" of my song and refrain!