Sometimes I think,
What’s in me that's love?
Is it the smile that gives sunshine?
Is it the warmth which brightens someone's life?
Is it the song which soothes the ruffled souls?
Is it the words which fill the empty whole?
Is it the awe that frightens the evil?
Is it the eyes which look at the devil?
Is it the tear that can melt the frozen?
Is it the anger that can count a dozen?
This and everything else seems to be love....
Sometimes I think,
Is it me or just love?
What’s in me that's love?
Is it the smile that gives sunshine?
Is it the warmth which brightens someone's life?
Is it the song which soothes the ruffled souls?
Is it the words which fill the empty whole?
Is it the awe that frightens the evil?
Is it the eyes which look at the devil?
Is it the tear that can melt the frozen?
Is it the anger that can count a dozen?
This and everything else seems to be love....
Sometimes I think,
Is it me or just love?
2 comments:
A good food for thought...You got me thinking too. I'd love to listen more from you on the same topic.
only if 1 could conduct oneself every time in such a manner.....
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