I have seen a perfect love.
How could I look for less?
How could I choose to settle for
one who partially connects?

I have seen a perfect love,
one no man could forget,
so comfortable in its place,
so tender in its ways.

My mind may still grow old.
My mind may still grow tired.
And I may drift away
from what love I once desired.

My heart may still grow cold.
My mind may still forget.
But I've seen a perfect love.
How could I look for less?