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.

            - Carl Sigman