I'll hold your hand and keep you close
It's something I love to do
I come alive and forget to breathe
Whenever I'm touching you

Your perfume wakes the morning sun
The envious flowers as well
For their fragrance is always second best
When the breeze picks up your smell

The food of the gods has been retired
Their ambrosia has been replaced
Your lips are now their prized possession
For there's nothing like their taste

Each time you speak the angels will come
They listen as they draw near
For they've never heard a voice so pure
And each one has to hear

God made the sun, the moon and the stars
To keep you in the light
The world couldn't miss this treasure He made
For you're His most beautiful sight