Who knows how good it can be
Our love still grows like a plant in the sun
Or a wave rising up from the sea.
Life is more fun so it seems.
Days are sunnier, the moon shines brighter;
Our life is the stuff of dreams.
There’s a warmth that keeps growing inside.
We loved when we met; it was powerful then,
Yet now our love’s strong as the tide.
Like an angel from out of the sky.
And I know one thing sure: You’ll be dearer still,
As time goes by.
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