This is Love
The old fella slips into the pew beside his wife of fifty years…
And from the corner of his eye, he watches for her wedding tears.
Sure enough those cute crow’s feet that dance each time she smiles,
Begin to moisten as the wedding music melts away the miles.
She is captured for the moment in another place in time,
As he reflects it’s just as though somehow, he can read the old girl’s mind.
(And he thinks).
Chorus
This is right, this is real, to be respected, to be revered.
Larger than life, Casting out fear, to be protected, through blood and tear.
As fragile as a feather and yet stronger than steel…
This is Love, this is Love, this is Love…
V.
Now her Daddy can’t believe they’re really walking down the aisle,
And though he feels his heart up in his throat, somehow manages a smile.
And when the preacher asks, with pride, he says, “her Mother and I”…
Then he takes his seat and her Momma’s hand and he breathes a little sigh,
He is captured for the moment in this special place in time…
And as his wife reflects with a glance his way, she believes she reads his mind…
(And she thinks)
Chorus
