You got ahold of my heart that I can't break from.
And it's so very hard to let another inside.

You got control of my soul.
A lock-on it that I can't explain.

And although you been gone for a while.
Inside me, your memories remain.

So is it any wonder?
Why you should return?
Cause I can't break away from this love you left within me now.

All because you got ahold of my heart that I can't break from.

And if I try to run I find all your memories return.

I'm gonna love you, gonna love you.
To my last breath.

If I was laying on my death bed?
This would surely be my last words.
I'm gonna love you to last breath.

You been my rain?
You been my sunshine?
You been my warmth?
When I am cold?
Still, I'm gonna love you, gonna love to my last breath.

When I am hard to deal with?
You're soothing and comfortable handling it.
When you had this choice to split?

You have been my voice of reason.
When I need an answer?

You are my joy.
You are my thrill.
I love you just for being real.

So I'm gonna love you, gonna love you forever.
To my last breath

If I walk in the shoes of Jesus?
Don't you judge me too?
Jesus taught without judging you.

If we all were perfect?
Would we need guidance too?

Our path in life is controlled by us.
And if we go into another direction?
The mistakes we make lies strictly with us.

If I walk int the shoes of Jesus?
It for a purpose too.
What story been told with truth affecting us?

Who uses a parable to describe situations to avoid or handle?

So if we walked after Jesus?
We might be affected too.
Cause a gift given is done with love.

There they are enjoying themselves.
This what you see?
When parents into celebrating one another?

Whether playing the blues?
Whether playing country?
Whether playing jazz?
Whether playing the music of choice?

They all into one another and having fun.
So good to see your parents in love.

Men write about love.
Their affection just pours out.
Women address the problem that most men run from.

Men, write about admiration or romantic situations.
About what they see in the woman they love.

Whether they can never love another after her?
Totally committed to her.

Listen to some of the greatest male composer songs.
Al, singing about love and happiness and that effect upon the relationship.

Barry, promoting the first, the last his everything.
Men keep it real.
Similar to a fictional style fairytale.

Teddy, stating close the door and let's explore some more.
Men write about love.
It's a theme going back to Shakespeare.

Sam singing to how you send me.
Or Eddie Levert laying in on the line about crying together.
Men write about love.

Only if some, could just love that one certain woman.

Johnny stated it's cheaper to keep her.
Jordan should have learned this.
Then should have wealthy men with wealth.

Every man has been blamed before.
But it's hard for some women to do.
Like they don't share in the blame too.

Whether it's an affair?
Whether you weren't in the mood?
And you aware he was.

Every man has been a fool before.
And some continue too.
But many ladies have been there too.
And some just seem to stay that way.

Every man has eyes to see.
Or least hands to feel.
These two things have created hell.
That men don't recover from.

But one thing that most men must admit.
We are totally lost without a woman.
Every man knows this.

Who?
Could take the weather and write it around a poem?
Comparing the love of a woman to any style that might come.
It's Smokey.

Take the cold from the snow.
Take the heat from the fire.
Talk about sunshine on a cloudy day.
It's Smokey.

Take simple words and craft them into a mesmerizing moment.
And have all men see the beauty and agree on second that emotion.
The man is a lyricist storyteller.

Who else?
Can make you adapt to being a choosy beggar?
It's Smokey

We can't just love anyone?
Unless we love the way she does the things she does.