Why do I, care about you?
Must I do, what I do?
Life's mystery, of love and passion,
Fortunately, is still much in fashion.
The love for you or another,
Set up, when young, by our Mother.
Life's mystery, grows, each and every day,
Bringing love, along with heartache, today.
What's important; life must go on,
When the memories of yesterday are gone.

An inland sea provides great delight
when the stars; those seen at night,
those twinkling gems, in the sky,
bring forth memories of you and I.
A star so bright, in heavenly array
comes to us from light years away.

Hello there, you people.
Give me a shout
and I will tell you
what love is about.
Love is what you do
when you stay in,
rather than go out
to be with your friends.
No matter the time,
no matter the end,
when you are in love,
It's not "Lets Pretend."
Love is for real.
It can start any place,
regardless of color,
regardless of race.
No matter who,
no matter where,
when love is in bloom
it is everywhere,
so step up to the plate,
let us see very clear,
for a long love,
we suffer and endear.
I love my children.
I love them all,
short ones, tall ones,
but most of all,
I'll love you tomorrow
for don't you see
true love is but a memory.

There is always a time.
There is always a place,
For these words to rhyme
when I see your face.