God looked upon the glory he made,
And, Lord, did he get jealous.
He formed every being in heaven,
And yet He made you the most stunning.

He's watched you grow, evolve, and change,
And He's jealous of the happiness you give me
That He couldn't.

You make the Heavens envious!
For they know their beauty
Is nothing compared
To you, oh Muse.
Oh bright shining, radiant being,
The Tears of God are shed for thee!

Your warm embrace is one I miss
This snowy December day
And though my brain is on the fritz
And yours a sim'lar way
Your warm embrace is all I miss
This cold, December day.

I close my eyes and harken back
To when I held you last.
My brain is warm, no longer black
Lit by thoughts of our past.
No matter what we seem to lack
Our love is meant to last.