| He's a person so nice that he makes my heart quiver. |
| He's So wonderful that he makes me want to sing. |
| The sound of his voice brings dewdrops to my eyes, |
| and when he looks my way I see the sun rise once again. |
| A single smile from him and a million stars flash across the sky. |
| Can this be real? |
| I love him too much. |
| But these days there are spiders living |
| in the black corners of his eyes, |
| so I said "My God, what's happening to you? |
| Come here, let me hold you until the worst is past." |
| And I pulled him close and held him fast, |
| wrapping my arms around him |
| even as the maelstorm |
| ravaged its winds about me, |
| casting its hail upon my shoulders |
| my back, and my face, |
| making me bent and vulnerable to the attack. |
| But still I would not let him go. |
| Still I would hold him close. |
| And Still, I would not let him go. |
| Until the moon rose and the sun set |
| and the sun rose again, |
| and though his eyes were haggard |
| and his face was bleak, |
| in the black corners now gray |
| the spiders were there no more, |
| and I loved him. |
| As ever and never before, |
| I loved him. |
| And I still love him, I do. |
4/21/03 on Me