The Power of Love
A funny thing it is
The little thing called love
It can be like a whisper
Or come as a mighty shove
It can approach slowly
Creeping as a thief in the night
Or appear out of no where
On you at the speed of light.
It begins as a little tingle
And you don't know where to start
The only thing that your know
Is that you felt it in your heart
The one to whom it points
Towards you does it draw
You end up at their feet
In wonderment and awe.
It makes the strong man weak
It makes the coward brave
First not willing to interfere
Then willing life loose to save
It covers many flaws
And many imperfections
Wrongs are not so bad
And few require correction
The changes in the heart
How wonderful to see
You think to your self
How can this thing be
Explain, man has tried
Down through the ages
Writers, poets, and dreamers
Have filled a million pages
And still we ask and wonder
As we look and ask above
There is no way to explain
The wonderful power of love.
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