The way he laughs compares to a musical symphony concert begining.
The wall I built against love is rapidly thinning.
When his words hit my brain, my world is spinning.
Being in his presence is like buying a lottery ticket and winning.
The best thing about love is enjoying the time.
There has got to be a way to make him mine.
The clouds are gone, the sun begins to shine.
I can't stop thinking about him, that's a sign.
His voice is ringing in my ears.
I'd rather have his photos than dozens of mirrors.
There's been no fights, no tears.
I then realize the obvious; it's him I've loved all these years.