Her verse is formed by the light in her eyes 

She's taking control, moving my soul with her bridge of sighs 

Her chorus is love's counterpart 

Her teardrops can sing to my heart 

Her song grows intense by the hour 

And her power is in the magic of the chords 



Her whispers of love shape a sweet flowing melody 

Her heartbeat at night, her breath of life in our symphony 

And when the orchestra plays 

Sinfonia concertante 

Causing my soul to devour 

All the power is in the magic of the chords 



Her stanza of hope 

Perpetual rhythm and majesty 

Her song gives life 

Weaving my dreams in her tapestry 

Lord, she's baring her soul to me 



Her promise of love strummed on a gentle mandolin 

Her concerto's embrace composed with the grace of a violin 

When the finale arrives 

I'll fight with the will to survive 

Her song has the strength to empower 

Because her power is in the magic of the chords