Story Of Her Love

She loves because she loves. And she dreams the same way

that she loves.

And she suffers because she does. And I love everything

she does.

Silent as the wind that blows, I watch her as her life

unfolds.

Wanting to be part of the never-ending story of her love.

She came into my life today, she came and gave me words

to say.

Knowing pages I have written on the never-ending story of

her love.

She cares because she cares. And she worships the same

way that she cares.

And she suffers because she cares. And I am the trouble

that she wears.

Timely as the grass that grows, I follow her each place

she goes.

Thankful to be part of the never-ending story of her

love.