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 she brings to me.
Where do I start?

With her first "hello" she gave a meaning
To this empty world of mine.
There'd never be another love' another time,
She fills my heart with very special things,
With angel songs, with wild imaginings.
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go I'm never
Lonely with her love.

How does it last?
Can love be measure by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now but this much I can say:
I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away,
and she'll be there.



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