Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. Love it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed. Like a moth to a flame burned by the fire, my love is blind. Can’t you see my desire? That’s the way love goes. So, I’m just calling to say I love you. I just called to say I care. I do. No matter what they take from me, they can’t take away my dignity because the greatest love is happening to me and you are the wind beneath my wings.
Hip hop hooray, ho, hey.