Donald Benson Blanding | Nov 1894 – Jun 1957 | American
Vagabond's House, p. 113 | 1928
It's more than just an easy word for casual good-bye;
It's gayer than a greeting and it's sadder than a sigh;
It has the hurting poignancy, the pathos of a sob;
It's sweeter than a youthful heart's exquisite joyous throb;
It's all the tender messages that words cannot convey;
It's tears unshed, and longing for a loved one gone away;
It's all the dear and silent things that lovers' lips can tell;
It's woven into flower leis and old Hawaiian songs;
It's frailer than a spider-web and strong as leather thongs;
It's fresh as dew on ginger blooms and older than the moon;
It's in the little lullabies that native mothers croon;
It's said a hundred different ways, in sadness and in joy;
Aloha means, "I love you." So, I say, "Aloha Oe".