Love is a bridge o'er a babbling brook.
The words that fill the pages of a book
It may be as deformed on the outside
But equally as beautiful inside...
Blurs the mind, throws it amiss
It is a dream, yes it is bliss
It is what the mind forgets but the hert remembers
'Tis the flame that flares 'tween the hearth of embers
It is never selfish, never envious
Inclined to honor, liberty, respect and trust
It never wants and never needs
Only asking of what you can freely give.
Love is the eternal music when the orchestra silent
It never is proud and knows how to bend
Love is the fragrance that fills the evening breeze
And warms the biting chill of winter freeze
It is a lowly violet in a spring field
It is the simplicity in itself it yields
It grows far more beautiful as it grows
Grows far more fragrant as it freely flows
It is the spirit and essence of life
The bane of exitence of husband and wife
'Tis what brings the spring back to full bloom
And whistles it praises to teh blessed full moon
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