Ever since I was the smallest ever boy
There was never all round at home love..
Between one and all within to any extent
Not with the purest blessings from above..
There was always as if something missing
All the material things never filled the soul..
All through my life it seemed to be the same
Not the real true love written in days of old..
Just people living together in the family that be
Never the trusted love to have a heart complete..
My father adored us all so entirely every one
But he too knew wanting with every heat felt beat..
Always a deepest feeling of not knowing in life
The things so priceless money can never buy..
People in a family loving those who loved them
Without this being how a heart it does sigh..
Just as if good enough will never do or pretending
It never has ever fooled a heart over all of time..
Then eventually I in life met you my one true love
And my heart is ever so full of a real love that's mine..
I now know what after all this time what was missing
Without priceless real pure love happiness and peace of mind..
A heart and soul can never be as it longs so to be
Nothing and no amount of wealth can replace it one will find..
With all the as if wealth I've had like my own father
I never was feeling content deep within my very soul..
Now I'm in life adored by one who adores me too
With a heart full of pure love as if in oldest days of old..