where do i begin
to tell the story of how great a love can be
the sweet love story that is older than the sea
the simple truth about the love (s)he brings to me
where do i start?
like a summer rain
that cools the pavement with a patent leather shine
(s)he came into my life and made the living fine
and gave a meaning to this empty world of mine
(s)he fills my heart
(s)he fills my heart with very special things
with angel's songs, with wild imaginings
(s)he fills my soul with so much love
that anywhere i go, i'm never lonely
with him along, who could be lonely
i reach for his hand, it's always there
how long does it last?
can love be measured by the hours in a day?
i have no answers now, but this much i can say
i'm going to need him till the stars all burn away
and (s)he'll be there . . . .