"My ring finger's been waitin', been waitin'.
Been waitin' for you to slip on that band of metal with an encrusted stone; that marks a promise and beginning of what they call 'forever together'.
Through thick and thin, poor or rich, health or sick, we're binded, we're binded. We're binded (and blinded) by our emotions and feelings for each other, we're connected at heart and by the horizontal hula.
When we're old, and our kids grow, all we have left is not health or wealth but our other half. Long gone is the glowing complexion of youth; what remains is the gleeming promise of you and I, will never die."
