A bridge across the ocean waves
is built upon our love,
a kiss on the breeze the foundation stone
wrought from our beating hearts.
I've learned to spell American
although it goes against the grain.
How can there be 'color' without you
to make me smile and feel love?
I see the beauty of the Welsh valleys
and wonder if I could leave them for a Yank
my mind is in turmoil
as it debates the ethics with my heart.
Then I see pictures of New England
in the early days of fall, not autumn,
and then I know without doubt or fear,
no ocean will ever stop me loving you!