Where do I begin to tell my story,
of the power that drew me
to a place unknown,
a place so far away?
The heart will take you,
where it will, and
hopeless it would be,
to fight un-winnably,
this attraction of my heart
to she, my angel be.
In my arms she does fit,
she fits so perfectly,
and in my heart so deep,
is where she does be.
Love, oh, to know love,
she showed it once to me,
and I search for continuation
to continue in she and me.
Deep in our heart,
that's where I saw it,
that's where it lived.
I place out blanket,
wine and cheese,
grapes and berries,
to draw her in,
back to the place,
our love did begin,
hand in hand,
heart in heart,
by lakeside skipping stones,
then my heart will be back home.
