The life we live is filled with times
Wintertime, springtime, and a time for loving thoughts too
No one could be more deserving of my thoughts than you
Very few knows, the deepest joys of been loved and to love
Are those joys we cannot see ……..
A happy heart …..
A pleasing thought ….
A cherished memory …..
A feeling of pure love with warmth and cheer
That fills the heart with gratitude for those we hold dear.
The thoughts of people we love are so dear,
Especially when those who are thinking.. meet and share.

Joy Lovelet Crawford

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joy-of-very-few/