50 years of emotions

Reading some of the posts in a blog community I am overwhelmed by the creative ability of the writers. Thank you D for you latest thoughts. Some of them scary a bit.There was a song in Polish that cought my attention enough to have memorized it:

Jechałem do dziewczyny na własne zaręczyny
I w autobusie przyznaję tu się poznałem inną znów
Jej urok wnet mnie urzekł więc zaręczynowe róże
Oczarowany, znów zakochany oddałem jej bez słów.
Gdzie znajdę na to radę ja mam chyba serca wadę
Ach którz me serce uleczy dzisiaj?
Bym tylko jedną...bym tylko jedną pokochać mógł.

There are so many people and things we love, admire, adore, and wish to express it in words of poems, songs, paintings, sculptures. It is not really important that the thoughts and their expressions refer to different people, but what is important is the endless capacity to bring joy to the hearts of others. Our words can bring comfort, consolation, encouragement, support, appreciation, and respect to others.
There is another poem that encourages us to: "If you want to say to others that they are special...tell them now!" Do not wait even a day to find a better moment [maybe more romantic setting?] for it may never come. Do it now. You are asleep my friends in Poland. May my words, when you read them tomorrow or whenever[if ever], bring a smile to you face, may you be convinced that you are special in every way. You are the stuff the dreams are made of. You are the wind under the wings of an eagle, the sunshine on a rainy day, the water of an Oasis in the desert; you are the beauty of life! You are a friend.