What does it mean to be loved?
Is it a matter that to you to be laughed?
What is the cost of that pretty face
Is it a reality that you can't face
There is beauty and satisfaction,
To know that you smile even at a fraction,
Your heart is merry
Even if she is not Mary
He never thought he could be worth,
Even when his heart was wroth,
His temper was to peace brought
Her love to him joy and peace bought
What a beauty it is
A wish come true they way,
Bearing bare his naked vulnerability
To hide from her love was no ability
Love is sweet.
Love is warm.
Love ain't sweat
Love ain't cold a sweater to wear