This Wondrous Thing Called Love
How may a man know when he's in love?
When she smiles, there's joy in his heart.
It's like a light being turned on in his spirit.
It's like angels playing their harps just for him to hear.
It's like a new star has just been born in the Universe.
It's like nothing else on Earth, shared by God above.
It's like a resplendent revelation, a golden truth explained.
No wonder he wants to buy her rings and roses.
No wonder he wants to hold her close to his heart.
No wonder he wants to kiss her smiling sensual lips.
No wonder he wants her, just for himself.
You see, to him, she's wonderful...
Denis Martindale, copyright October 2008.
poem by Denis Martindale
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