It Is True

It is true that it is you . . .

It is you that holds me near.
It is you I love so dear.
It is you, and no other.
It is you- my eternal lover.
It is you I know for sure.
With 'I love you's, and so much more.
It is in your arms that I shall cry.
And, it is with you that I shall die.
Through gale-force winds and behemoth hail.
My soul, to you, I shall unveil.
And I need not ask you for your devotion.
For I already know you haven't that notion.
You love me for me, and I the same.
And it's around you that I lose all shame.
We've found what we need in our dreams,
And in eachother.

. . . It is true that it is you,
My one and only lover.