I want a Celine Dion type of love 

Musical, memorable, completely uncontrollable,  

A love to show them all,  

Sensible, spiritually meaningful, tangible.  

 

A love that's free, with no fee,  

Only as good as the one who loves me.  

Who depends on me, sings with me, burns with me,  

A creative spirit that soars on high,  

Only to fly home to me by and by.  

 

So much, so soon,  

A party of faces, but only yours fills the room.  

Big spoon, little spoon,  

She’s my cutlery,  

As if she can’t get enough of such certainty.  

 

And when the music fades, the stars burn low,  

Your presence is the only truth I know.  

Through every song, every fleeting year,  

You’ll be my melody, my love, my cheer.