The Wonder of It
Sitting here staring at the starry sky
I can’t help but wonder, who am I
To be blessed with the love of a goddess like you
I can’t help but wonder, what did I do.
It must have been something wonderful or grand
For you to pick me to take your hand
And place on your finger this golden ring
With your love beside me I feel like a king.
I don’t understand what brought you to me
But I know that your love has set me free.
When we’re apart I feel I will die
I just want to hang my head and cry.
But when we’re together my joy abounds
I really don’t deserve this treasure I’ve found.
And now you ask what love means to me?
Why, holding your hand as we walk by the sea.
Copyright © Bobby Jarrard | Year Posted 2005
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