Three days, four nights, he’s never known
Could be as rare as what she’s shown
And upon a whim his love has grown
So that he’ll never be alone

He thanks the Gods for perfect days
And their pardon of his ways
For on his knees each night he prays
And holds his breath for what she says

Each day he waits for bells to ring
And strains to hear the angels sing
Within her arms he takes to wing
For when she’s near he feels a king

Through the door and with the key
In love like that you want to be
So hear the words and you will see
That, my dear, it’s you and me