Nothing can compare To your sweet love The softness of your lips as they touch my finger tips. The way you hold me near It brings to my eyes a tear The way you touch my face I wouldn't want to be In any other place. In your arms I belong Your love is tender and strong The way your fingers run through my hair Shows me how much you care. back

I see a garden of paradise When I look into your eyes My love will continue to grow This I promise, And I think you know.. *Jan*

Nothing can compare To your sweet love The softness of your lips as they touch my finger tips. The way you hold me near It brings to my eyes a tear The way you touch my face I wouldn't want to be In any other place. In your arms I belong Your love is tender and strong The way your fingers run through my hair Shows me how much you care.