Source of life.

 Love to him was a wild river, a day of light and dimming eve, to him it was the source Of life, it helped him to believe

That all the beauty hearts contain would blossom like it's always spring And once he found the special soul Then She would wear his ring,

For all he promised in the light beneath the heavens gracious skies, to dwell within her heart for always, finding life within her eyes,

he searched the lands And traveled long, to wake up at her side Proudest moment in his life , the day She was his bride,

As time goes on he loves her more, and deepest love shall never end, he found himself a lover truly and the bestest friend,

his love it grows so ever strong a bond that cannot break apart , The day he found her was the day He found his home and his beating heart.