Do you know many who have looked through this heart, saw nothing, and left it hollow as it was?

But you came and made me sing like a baby. You saw the hollow in this heart and filled it with melody. I tap my feet; I call you my wife—you are my perfect rhythm!

Ringing bells, cymbals, play your tune in my quiet mind, so I clap my hands now… for the way you make me feel is more than anything, and your love song is tasty—intoxicating like grape wine, something sent of nature. Yes, you make me dance like a madman, and I will dance to show you how much you mean to me. Your song is my balm, healing my heart’s hollow ailment. I am so in love with you!