To Each his Own

A rose must remain with the sun and the rain, Or its lovely promise won't come true;     To each his own, to each his own -- and my own is you. What good is a song, if the words just don't belong? And a dream must be a dream for two.       No good alone, to each his own --  for  me  there's you. If a flame is to grow there must be a glow, To open each door there's a key;    I need you, I know, I can't let you go; Your touch means too much to me. Two lips must insist on two more to be kissed, Or they'll never know what love can do;                 To each his own, I've found my own, One and only you.