Our Own Kind of Love

He was a man who lived alone,

For almost all his life,

There wasn’t even a single day,

That he thought of taking a wife,

And then he met a girl,

Who turned his life around,

And it was clear to see,

He’d no longer run around.

 

He always knew inside himself,

That there was one true love for him,

And to let this woman get by him,

Would be a mortal sin,

But the pressures of a marriage,

Were just too much to bear,

Till the thought of a loving family,

Turned his heart to love and care.

 

Now the love that’s in a young man’s heart,

When he finds his one true love,

Can only be measured by,

The flight of the morning dove,

And when you gaze into the eyes,

Of that young man in love,

You can see the radiance that glows,

When his woman returns his love.

 

The love that a young couple share,

Cannot be bought or sold,

And all you have to do is look upon them,

And their love is felt not told,

And when you add the arrival,

Of a newborn baby child,

You can see the additional love that’s added,

And it is tender and mild.

 

Now even though a marriage,

Is not added in,

The love that this couple share,

Is really not a sin,

Because to be the father of a child,

And the lover of a mate,

There is no reason not to love,

And absolutely no reason to hate.

 

You cannot understand their love,

Till you look from their point of view,

And if you had your life to live over,

This is the way you’d wish to live too,

Because their love is not strange,

Once they come to understand,

Their just living their own lives,

And going thru it hand in hand.

 

 

We’ve always shared our own kind of love,

That on one else will know,

 

We’ve kept our love a secret,

From the people that we know,

 

But the time will come I’m sure,

When you will understand,

 

And we’ll explain to you,

Our own kind of love if we can.

 

Our own kind of love if we can.