My love exists, somewhere.
Always will, always have in life.
Just have to find the right one to add to my life.

She is beautiful, within and without.
And this truth without a doubt.
Some would call her a knockout.

Others a beautiful brickhouse.
My love exists, for me to love, for me to see.
Know this?
She truly makes me happy.

Yes, my love exists, and she is right here.