Though you weren't much for talking <br />Couldn't say all those pretty words <br />You knew I'd like you to— <br />I saw all the little things <br />Saying . . . Listen . . . I love you And my heart heard. It was in the tiny bird's nest <br />The shooting star you pointed to, <br />The branch of the dogwood tree <br />You brought me from the woods, <br />All saying . . . Listen . . . I love you And meant so much to me. In every glance that passed <br />Between us through the years, <br />I saw the perceptive little flicker, <br />And though you never said a word <br />Like . . . Listen . . . I love you My heart heard. And now, these days I walk alone <br />Through rustling leaves of fall <br />In the autumn of my years, <br />And on the breeze your spirit <br />Whispers . . . Listen . . . I love you And my heart hears.<br /><br />Dorothy Miller Birdwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-heard/
