[He] then discovered what he had not known about himself. That when he trusted, he held nothing back. That when he loved, he could not love anyone else

She needed his gentle hands and quiet tears, his lies and his affection. And so she pretended to believe that he really did need her

She did not try to persuade him. Just hoped that, before she left, she could see a change in his view

[he] looked death in the eye and did not seem disappointed

In our darkest hour, in my deepest despair Will you still care? Will you be there? In my trials and my tribulations Through our doubts and frustrations In my v…

Give me, instead of beauty's bust, A tender heart, a loyal mind, Which with temptation I could trust, Yet never linked with error find.

We've been together now for forty years, An' it don't seem a day too much, There ain't a lady livin' in the land As I'd 'swop' for my dear old Dutch.