What do I begin, to tell the story of me.The story of how great a love can be.The sweet love story that is harder than the sea.The simple truth about the love he brings to me.Where do I start?When he first hung on, he gave the meaning to this empty word of mine.There'd never be another love, another time.He came into my life and made a living of mine.He fills my heart.He fills my heart with very special things.With injured souls, with wild imaginings.He fills my soul with so much love, that anywhere I go, I'm never lonely with him alone.What could be lonely, I reach for his hand.It's always there.How long does it last?Can love be measured by the hours in a day?I have no answers now, but as much as I can say.I know I'll meet him to the start, so burn away.And he'll be there.How long does it last?Can love be measured by the hours in a day?I have no answers now, but as much as I can say.I know I'll meet him to the start, so burn away.And he'll be there.www.mooji.org