What Matters Most
It's not how long we held each otherπs hand.
What matters is how well we loved each other.
Itπs not how far we traveled on our way,
But what we found to say.
Itπs not the springs we've seen,
But all the shades of green.
It's not how long I held you in my arms,
What matters is how sweet the years together.
Itπs not how many summer times we had to give to fall.
The early morning smiles we wistfully recall.
What matters most is that we loved at all.
It's not how long I held you in my arms,
What matters is how sweet the years together
Itπs not how many summer times we had to give to fall.
The laughter and the tears we gratefully recall.
What matters most is that we loved at all.
