Where do I begin

To tell a story of how great a love can be

The sweet love story that is older than the sea,

The simple truth about the love she brings to me.

Where do I start?

She fills my heart

With very special things,

With wild imaginings.

She fills my soul

With so much love

That anywhere I go

I’m never lonely.

With her along,

Who could be lonely?

I reach for her hand;

It’s always there;