In life there are impressions left
That stain the heart and soul,
And leave a mark that will endure,
Which is the givers goal.

Sometimes they are the tears we shed
When others hurt inside,
And then there are unopened thoughts,
We've often tried to hide.

But there is something I have found,
A mark you've left on me,
It is your love that makes me smile
And will eternally.

For, this impression marks my heart
And will forever stay,
To warm this soul and feed this heart,
Through times when old and gray.

And so I thank you for this gift,
Impressions in my heart,
This love you give with no demands
And have right from the start.

And now with this sweet gift we share,
And have for quite a while,
Are those impressions made by love,
And ones that make me smile.


© James O'Brien
January 2004

Midi Playing: "The Gift" © Bruce DeBoer
An Original Composition