| She had the kind of love
that would make all other loves grow pale, She had the kind of love that could make the trees lean the other way, She had the kind of love that could make the dark night into day. She had the kind of love, that could pull back the tide, like the cream of the milk She had the kind of love that could take an old cat and make it young. She had the kind of love that could turn back the hands of time. She had the kind of love that knew not its bounds. She had the kind of love that was... his love. |