Sometimes I wonder what is love.
Is it a flower’s happy song?
Is it a ringing growth of trees?
Is it a charming trill of birds
Awaking beautiful sunrise?
Is it an ocean morning waves
That whisper peacefully and nice?
Is it a smile on your face,
Or holding hands, or darling eyes?
Sometimes I wonder what is love.
Is it a friendly mother’s voice?
Her soothing song, her wise advice,
Her words of love to memorize.
Is it a warm, comforting home
Stored in your heart?
When times are rough, come back,
And worries of the day
Will disappear sure enough.
Sometimes I wonder what is love.
Love dwells in every word above.
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