The Way It Is

Higher than the eagles soar,
deeper than the ocean floor,
clearer than the clearest sky above,
fresher than the waters pure,
and you know there is no cure,
that's the way it is with my love.

Richer than a diamond mine,
sweeter than the sweetest wine,
borne on the wings of a dove,
swifter than the river flows,
with no limits where it goes,
that's the way it is with my love.

Calmer than the stillest night,
brighter than the brightest light,
the mysteries it's made of,
longer than an eternity,
and busting to get out of me,
that's the way it is with my love.

Copyright October 17, 1997

Paul Allen Rice