I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to let it all out,
I can’t.
That’s not who I am.
If I let it all out,
I’ll forget.
I don’t want to forget,
I will never forget
when Grandpa holds you close,
his long arms draped around your frail frame,
That’s true love.
I won’t forget the story of how you guys met,
how he knew when he saw you,
he’d marry you,
That’s true love.
When we were in California,
Grandpa held you so tight as
he described the view from the Oakland Temple,
That’s true love.
He is your eyes when you need him;
You are his ears when he needs you
That’s true love.