Others talk of love and how much love they've had

All their boyfriends and their girlfriends

Three month marriages

Ain't it sad?

 

But I, unlike most, know the secret of the heart

I have a love, a sweet love

One of a kind

Where to start...

 

He loves me, he holds me, my heart he'd never hurt

Others say the same; they scoff

"Sounds familiar"

But I assert!

 

His eyes, they hold mine; his hands, mine as well

His words twine with mine

They fill my mind

Keep me still

 

He never asks too much of me - instead he calms my strife

My heart is simply enough for him

He calls me wife.

He's my life.

 

My love, he asks so little, yet gives to me so much

Never did I think I'd win

This love untold

In his touch.