She's a pirouette, an arabesque, the swallow's swirl around its nest;
She's the moment just before the smile breaks into a laugh.
She's a fountain playing in the summer sun, each bead a world that's just begun
She's the bubble in the Perrier winking in the glass.

And my love is like a river: deep, and wide and calm;
And my heart, oh so tender, she's holding in her palm.

She's the butter in the croissant; she's the honey on my tongue;
She's the summer breeze at midnight: She's a song that's just begun.
She's the deep red of the cherry; she's the pale dusk of the peach;
She's the rosy apple on the branch, just beyond my reach ...

And my love is like a river: deep, and wide and calm;
And my heart, oh so tender, she's holding in her palm.

She's a harlequin, a spark of light, a rainbow-coloured dragonfly;
She's the girl who put the lick into electricity.
She's the hint of jazz on the city street, she's the solo that's right on the beat:
She's the music, she's the music, she's the music of my life,
She's the music, she's the music of my life.

Copyright © M.J.C. Griffin [ASCAP]