if I could sing...

I'd belt this one out on a smoky 1930's-esque nightclub stage to the Love Of My Life... he makes me feel like a queen every day I'm with him.

This one's for you, Babe:

The very thought of you
I forget to do
Those little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do
I'm livin' in a kind of a daydream
I'm happy as a queen
And foolish though it may seem
To me that's everything

The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You'll never know
How slow the moments go
Till I'm near to you
I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you,
The very thought of you, my love