On their way to the park, they walk hand-in-hand
With the smiles on their face as they have now the band
People are looking, some are murmuring and frowning
As they see two people like morning and evening.

Why do these folks cannot see the light?
What's wrong with numbers- the age, weight or height?
If they have differences, should they care for those words
Or nothing but their hearts with common beats and chords?

Yet the woman smiles, she then hugs her man
She's not worried at all but now the proud woman
Why not? He's a gift, the most precious gem
What matters is the love that is real between them.