Love is such a mysterious thing,

it comes and goes, but always is.

Like a blooming flower in the spring

it waits, it dances and it sings.



There's nothing like a heavenly bliss

or the sweetness of a loving kiss.

There is deep wonder in your eyes

as feeding rapture found in mine.



Sometimes it faces sorrow and pain

like a living substance in the rain.

With divine power it delights to live

in hearts of those who long to give.