She loves because she loves. And she dreams the same way that she loves. And she suffers because she does. And I love everything she does. Silent as the wind that blows, I watch her as her life unfolds. Wanting to be part of the never-ending story of her love. She came into my life today, she came and gave me words to say. Knowing pages I have written on the never-ending story of her love. She cares because she cares. And she worships the same way that she cares. And she suffers because she cares. And I am the trouble that she wears. Timely as the grass that grows, I follow her each place she goes. Thankful to be part of the never-ending story of her love.