He said when he looked into her
He would visualize heaven's door
It came to be no real surprise
Her passion was too strong to ignore
When she smiles at him reality fades
And his thoughts reel for something
He sees colors of laughter in
Romantic shades
For the disease of loneliness her
Love is his cure.
He said she was sweeter than honey
And more precious than gold
In answer to his prayers on
Lonely nights
As sure as he makes the
Summers hot and winters cold.
How wondrous for him Love's
Always right.