Love . . . .

Love . . . . How could you doubt it?
Love . . . . Don't wanna live without it!
Love . . . . You can't define it
Love . . . . But don't malign it
Love . . . . If you've ever felt it
Love . . . . It's hard to live without it!
Love . . . . What greater gift can you receive?
Love . . . . When it's gone can't help but grieve
Coz love is what sets you free
And love is your reason to be
Love is all this and more
And only love can open that door
Love . . . . How could you doubt it?
Love . . . . Don't wanna live without it!
Love . . . . You can't define it
Love . . . . But don't malign it
Love . . . . If you've ever felt it
Love . . . . It's hard to live without it!
Love . . . . What greater gift can you receive?
Love . . . . When it's gone can't help but grieve
Coz when you let your love flow
That's the day that you will know
The real reason that you are here
And love will wash away your fear

"I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts,
then there is no hurt, but only more love."
~ Mother Teresa

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