As the rain falls and drifts around
and finds its way to your soul,
I still spend a part of every day
thinking of the half that makes me whole.
The time that I've spend loving you
for nearly thirty eight years,
has seen so many wonderful days
and only a handful of tears.
But love cannot be measured,
it's not something to buy or steal.
Love is revealed by how much you give;
Love is something you feel.