Stories told of love so true.
Formed my vision of a world with you.

What is love?

If not the drop of hope in a baron sea.
The all of you that there is in me.

The only flicker in a perpetual darkness.
How grateful I am that you had a part in this.

The first drop of ink on a blank page.
Finally finding the right words to say.

Love is pure and love is sure.
The remnant of life when there is no more.

So what is love? I cannot say.
But in a life full of minutes, you are the day.