She walks over to me, holding the remote to our sound system. The look on her face says she wants to dance. The music that starts playing says she wants me to hold her.

         You’re the northern wind

         Sending shivers down my spine

         You’re like fallen leaves in an autumn night

         She reaches me and takes my hand and laughs as I pretend to struggle against her pull. But I stand and walk with her to the middle of our living room. We face each other, and I place my other hand on her hip, and she places hers on my shoulder.

         You’re the lullaby

         That’s singing me to sleep

         You are my other half,

         You’re like my missing piece

         We spin around the room as she starts to sing along.

         Oh, my love

         Oh, my love

         Oh, my love

         You don’t know what you do to me.

         Oh, to me

         I’ll never get over this. The feeling of her in my arms. The music playing around us as we spin. I could do this every day for the rest of my life and never tire of it.

         You are all four seasons

         Rolled into one.

         You’re like the cold December snow in the warm July sun.

         And I’m the jet-black sky

         Just before the rain.

         I’m the mighty current pulling you under the waves.

         She gets closer and leans her head on my chest, taking her other hand to wrap both arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist. We both sing to the chorus.

         Oh, my love

         Oh, my love

         Oh, my love

         You don’t know what you do to me

         Oh, to me

         Our spinning starts to slow as she looks up at me.

         I’m the darkest hour

         Just before the dawn

        And I’m slowly sinking

        Into the slough of despond

        I stumble on the edge of the carpet, but she clings to me, so I don’t fall. And she laughs. After all these years, I still love her laugh. I hold her tighter.

        But like an old guitar

        Worn out and left behind

        I have stories still to tell

        They’re of the healing kind

        Oh, my love

        Oh, my love

        Oh, my love

       If I could just find you tonight

       If I could just find you tonight

       She moves her hand to cup my face. I see more love in her eyes than I ever thought I would see from anyone. And I know by the smile on her face, she sees the same love in mine.

        Oh, my love

        We spin as the song ends and I lean down to press a kiss to her forehead. She pulls me down again to press one to my lips.

       “I told you I would find A love song you didn’t hate.” I roll my eyes.

       “We settled this years ago. And you act like this is the song that won me over.” She laughs again.

       “It’s not the song that won, but I did find a song that changed your mind!” I shake my head at her smile.

      “It was never the song that changed my mind. It was you.” She blushes, and I brush a strand of hair from her cheek.

      “I love you.”

      “I love you, too.”