He gently taps my finger
then raises my hand to his lips
Love is all that I have left
and it comes from my finger tips.
I stroke his hair, hair runs freely
like our souls are knotted in two
Love is all I have to give
bad times and words are far and few.
He looks into my green eyes
his blue ones staring into my being
a warmth is held in my heart tonight
the love in me shows no sign of fleeing.
We are a couple who have been in love
for it seems a million years or more
married from sweethearts so much in love
until they close the final door.
Love is all that I have left to give
he knows that and so do I
I love him to the moon and then back
orbiting each star a few times in the sky.
I love him more than there are blades of grass
or more than each tiny spec of sand
I know that he loves me because
he kissed the fingers on my hand.