I smiled at him, he smiled at me.
His soul windows are a beautiful green.
I heard the song of his laugh,
and promised myself Id make it last.
His hair is brown with tints of red.
I blush when he kisses my forehead.
His skin is warm, his arms are strong.
In my eyes, he does no wrong.
His voice is deep but his soul deeper
I trust him to be my leader.
His heart is tender
He’s my mender
I love him, somehow he loves me
Were as happy as can be.