To touch the heart of someone dear,
though it might sometimes cause a tear
to fall or rest upon the cheek,
should be something all should seek.

For often hearts not touched at all
start hardening and shrinking small.

And then the time it takes to grow
a loving heart is just too slow.

For hearts expand as those who care
extend their love and let us share
a moment, space or special phrase
that eases pain on dreary days.

Or simply starts our lips to smile
and brightens time for just a while.

The ways, kinds and means of sharing,
it seems to me are based on caring.

And though we're often worlds apart,
you still can touch my very heart.

You make me smile or shed a tear;
and I'll remember year to year --

Just how your touching helped me grow
and I just thought I'd tell you so

~~ Author Unknown ~~

It isn't the size of your house as such
That matters so much at all.

It's the gentle hand and its loving touch
That make it great or small.

The friends who come and the hour they
Who out of your house depart

Will judge it not by the style you show
But rather by the size of your heart.

It isn't the size of your head so much.
It isn't the wealth you found.

That will make you happy -- it's how you touch
The lives that are all around.

For making money is not hard;
To live life well is an art.

How people love you, how they regard,
Is all in the size of your heart.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

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