I can’t ask for more
My heart, full of tears of joy
My hand, trembling and wondering what’s happening
I never wrote a happy poem before, only sad ones
Thinking of her everyday and how wonderful she is
May the Lord help me not to do it again
It took time for me to fall
But I couldn’t resist her pure love
She’s beautiful
Her smile lightens the darkness in me
So a woman was made out of man’s ribs
Maybe she was made out of mine
Oh Lord, I can’t ask for more
She defines me and
I adore her