Whirligigs and thingamajigs, little girls, and books with chapters,
Telling tales of mountain magic, and love so sweet,
Of broken homes, and mended lives, of tear stained poems, and hope that thrives,
And loving is believing, while our hearts, they beat;
Time machines, and castle queens, risking all for my beloved,
Leaving family, friends, and kingdoms for her hand,
With courage strong, in frightening times, the road so long, inspiring rhymes,
And loving is believing, I understand;
Nightingales and fairy tales, painting dreams across the moonlight,
Basing future plans and freedom on your word,
I’m trusting deep, in shallow days, it’s quite a leap, in many ways,
But loving is believing, or so I heard;
Angel wings, and spirit things, riding shotgun close beside me,
Giving aid when the human world has let me down,
Shining bright, in a darkened land, heavenly sight, and a helping hand,
And Loving is believing, through the years I’ve found;
Whirligigs and thingamajigs, little girls, and books with chapters,
Telling tales of mountain magic, and love so sweet,
Of broken homes, and mended lives, of tear stained poems, and hope that thrives,
And loving is believing, while our hearts, they beat,
Loving is believing, while our hearts, they beat.
