Love
Love should be soft and freely given,
As the snow by soft wind driven.
It should like a smile to lips,
Or the soft caress of finger tips.
It should never bring you down,
Or cause your lovely face to frown,
Or cage you in like a sky lost bird,
Or cause your lonely cry be heard.
My love is yours, already given,
It cannot from your side be driven.
It's yours to nurture, shape and mould,
And to cherish well our live grow old.
As the snow by soft wind driven.
It should like a smile to lips,
Or the soft caress of finger tips.
It should never bring you down,
Or cause your lovely face to frown,
Or cage you in like a sky lost bird,
Or cause your lonely cry be heard.
My love is yours, already given,
It cannot from your side be driven.
It's yours to nurture, shape and mould,
And to cherish well our live grow old.
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