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.
With her first hello
she gave a meaning to this empty world of mine.
There'd never be another love
another time.
She came into my life and made the living fine;
she fills my heart, 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 along who could be lonely.
I reach for her 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 know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
and she'll be there.