The Process of Love

[abrokenman]

(This song I wrote to let my wife know, that no matter what we are going through I will always love her, and I will always be glad that we are going through it together.)

Every walk on the beach,
every kiss on the cheek,
every long hug we squeeze,
every flirt, every tease;
all the looks in your eyes,
bittersweet damned goodbyes,
and our hands we hold tight,
making love through the night.

After all these years you're still the one for which I yearn.
After all we've been through here is something that I've learned.

Its all a part of the process
of sharing all of me with you.
Its all a part of the process
of spending all my years with you.
Its all a part of the process
of giving this thing called "us" all that I've got.
Its all a part of the process that I call,
the process of love.

And when I make you cry,
and then I want to die,
and when you make me cry,
and when you want to die,
and when we curse the sky,
and when create life,
and when we start to fight,
and make it up through the night.

After all these years you're still the one for which I yearn.
After all we've been through here is something that I've learned.

Its all a part of the process
of sharing all of me with you.
Its all a part of the process
of spending all my years with you.
Its all a part of the process
of giving this thing called "us" all that I've got.
Its all a part of the process that I call,
the process of love.

When I turn to you,
and I say I love you,
and then you turn to me,
and you say you love me.
We're at home in our arms,
in Heaven with a kiss;
and we both swear to this:
We'll make it through somehow.

After all these years you're still the one for which I yearn.
After all we've been through here is something that I've learned.

Its all a part of the process
of sharing all of me with you.
Its all a part of the process
of spending all my years with you.
Its all a part of the process
of giving this thing called "us" all that I've got.
Its all a part of the process that I call,
the process of love.