The story of her love

She loves because she loves. And she dreams the same way that she loves.
And she suffers because she does. And I love everything she does.

Silent as the wind that blows, I watch her as her life unfolds.
Wanting to be part of the never-ending story of her love.
She came into my life today, she came and gave me words to say.
Knowing pages I have written on the never-ending story of her love.

She cares because she cares. And she worships the same way that she cares.
And she suffers because she cares. And I am the trouble that she wears.

Timely as the grass that grows, I follow her each place she goes.
Thankful to be part of the never-ending story of her love.