Love...Is there such a thing
Love, is there truly such a thing.
Something for us to hold onto,
Something for us to cling.
Without it we are nothing more than a clanging cymbal.
Something that many lives have come to resemble.
For years I searched for love that was patient and kind:
But there was no one's love for me to find
I walked through the valleys down low;
And the peaks of the mountains on high:
I set my sails to the seas below,
And scoured the lands with hope as my sight.
When travails were oe'r and done,
My hope for love; there was none.
I threw up my hands in anger and haste;
The thought of love was nothing but a waste.
And just when I was about to close love's book,
Something encouraged me to take another look.
To my amazement I saw love before me,
It was there the entire time for all to see.
I didn't have climb a mountain, or sail the ocean blue;
For the love I sought was found in you.
I felt a love that breathed to me new life,
A love so pure she became my wife.