There is more than tenderness,
More than richdom,
More than happyness,
And more than wisdom.
In your eyes there is a light,
Which even on my darkest days,
Makes everything allright.
Doesn't matter if I'm rich or poor,
Me, as a part of humanity,
Is always longing for more.
But when you hold me warm and tight,
Affected by an angels light.
I forget about the ''more'',
And feel satisfied as I never was before.