This place has lost its hold, the magic is gone.
I used to think it was the place that I loved,
but it was not the place but the person.

He is gone and my heart has gone with him,
the things which I often thought meant something,
mean nothing.

You can have everything but without heart,
they are nothing.

It all could be carried away on the wind,
but my heart would not mind.
If only his love remains.

The thought has past plagued my mind,
would the place determine our strength.
No, it is not so...it is our hearts and Jesus
in them that determine our strength.
We could be sent worlds away,
yet all would be right..if we are side by side.

My heart longs for him, to hear his voice,
to read his words. To be once again in his arms.

All the cliches flit through my mind,
only now making sense.
The heart growing fonder.
Where the heart is...

Come to me soon my lover for my
heart longs for you...

Come to me so my heart may rest...