The warmth of a million horizons

I ask him again,
why be with me...
a stubborn silly girl like myself-
but he says that its not attutude that matters
but its love in the heart, fufilled wealth.
Its what he feels when he hold me, and its the warmth in my kisses at night
the love in my eyes when he sees me,
the feeling of hope at first light.

And he thinks he is clever, that his surpasses mine,
and although i do think he loves me so much
he surely will learn that in time
i love him more than moons in the galaxy
more than the birds take flight on earth
the best thing since sliced bread, or better to me
prettier than a newborn at birth.
I feel such a warmth in his arms.
and to be held by him should be a sin.
for those whom object or insult him.
he is much more than love. he's a kin.

A member of my small family,
one that helps me begin
these things that i sing without a lesson
Tis a warmth that has claimed me from within.


And i love him with a thousand loves
with athousand rise and sun sets.
a thousand of a million horizons,
a love that i wont soon forget.