I heard Love speak his own name, and the way
It sounded as it slid from his lips
Made my heart dance to steps I don't remember learning.

Love played me a record,
The music his heart beats to
While he whispered my name, and I don't think
I've ever heard more beautiful lyrics.

I wrote Love a song  -
He kept time and his eyes on mine
As my heart sang out
And we danced our thanks beneath the stars.