As i sit here all alone ,
Waiting for my love come home .
I question myself ..
what is love ?
Is it a foolish game ,
or a gift from above ?
With this question on my mind ,
seeking for an answer i cannot find ,
i think of you my love ,
cause you must be a gift from above .
As i now sit here thinking of you ,
and all the things we're going to do .
I look up to whoever's above ,
and thank the precious gift of love .
you'll always be my special one
i love you Tim !