At last

 AT LAST

Love looks pretty on you. It makes you soft, tender, proud.

Makes you sit up and take notice. Gives you a home to set

down your things.

What a blessing it is, to have dancing and music and poetry.

What a gift it is, to look at someone and say,

I'm so happy to have found you - at last, at last, at long, long

last - you're here.

~Lang Leav