# When You Say Nothing At All

I heard this song and it just makes you think of all the unnecessary words spoken between people and lovers. Everyone please have a Happy Valentines Day.

It has been almost a year since I lost my love but this reminds me how much our unspoken words and our actual actions showed us both the caring and love we had for one another. I shall never forget her, Jodi is in my heart to stay. We did not need to say I love you it was given in the smiles, in our touch and through our eyes. But we never parted for any time without saying “I Love You” as we walk out the door.

When You Say Nothing At All [LINK]
Alison Krauss, Alison Krauss & Union Station

It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

Songwriters: DON SCHLITZ, PAUL OVERSTREET

Two roads diverged in a wood,                                                                                                                      And sorry I could not travel both                                                                                                                 And be one Traveler, long I stood                                                                                                                 And looked down one as far as I could                                                                                                          To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,                                                                                                             And having perhaps the better claim,                                                                                                 Because it was grassy and wanted wear;                                                                                         Though as for that passing there                                                                                                                 Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay                                                                                                                  In leaves no step had trodden black.                                                                                                           Oh, I kept the first for another day!                                                                                                             Yet knowing how way leads on to way,                                                                                                             I doubted if I should ever come back,

I shall be telling this with a sigh                                                                                                         Somewhere ages and ages hence:                                                                                                                 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –                                                                                                               I took the one less traveled by,                                                                                                                         And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

As I sat last night after publishing the post yesterday I felt as if I did not finish what I had to say, so I shall continue today. This poem, since the first day I read it in high school, has always followed me, talked to me and led my life choices. It is a metaphor for so many things: