At last, your love has come along. Your lonely days are over, and life is like a song. It’s 1958, in the spring, and you only just met Elvis a year ago. The sky’s above are blue, your heart was wrapped up in clover the night you looks at him. You found a dream that you could speak too, I dream that you can call your own. You found a thrill that you can press your cheek too, a thrill that you’ve never known. He smiled, and then a spell was cast, and here you are… in heaven, for he is yours at last. You loved too much… the love was too much to ignore. You didn’t care how many times he cheated, you wouldn’t care if he hit you or beat you black and blue… you’d stay with him till the end of the world, even if it killed you. He loved you too… even if he gotten angry at you, he still loved you, and you loved him.