To Love You

To love you, what is it to love you?
The Joys, the excitement, the uplifting rush.
It's the hush in the night, in the quiet moonlight.
It's in the day that all seems to crumble.
I will always love you.
To love you, is to love you the way you are,
not to change any of you.
For I fell in love with the way you are,
To love you.
I love when you hold me, tender and near.
When I'm in your arms the worlds not there,
there's nothing to fear.
I will always love you.
To love you is to love you all the day long,
when you're not near.
To hold that little piece of you so close to my heart--
to love you my dear--
I will always love you.

by Wanda Lange

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