She has delighted me from the beginning
Of course I am cryptic as to who about I sing
Her love, to receive it incites true joy
Never part of some sinister ploy

I have a handle on this rush of a ride
It will always be her, I will confide
To take her by the hand and raise her from the dead
For with me she still has yet to break bread

No one understands this is not surreal
This is not some sort of appeal
It is not the acceptance of a loss so great
But that her love is worth the wait