Every now and then,
When I think about you, Jen,
I become a wiser man,
And my feelings tend,
To my heart, send,
Words that flow like ink,
From a fountain pen,
And on to canvas spill,
Words so true and real,
That even I am surprised.
So once again,
We stand,
Hand in hand,
Hearts alive In each others chest,
Souls in one another, at rest,
And peace flows forth,
Our compasses pointed north,
Toward a future so bright,
Like the morning sun's first light.
And so I look upon your face,
And stop to take a breath,
My blood pumping through my veins,
I can feel you beneath my breast,
And the feeling is warm,
As we combine, in form,
To take flight,
On the wings of a love that is unlike
That of any other,
Because, my darling;
We shan't love another.