Love is staying when you'd rather go. Love is smiling when you'd rather cry. Love is living when you'd rather die. In order to keep another's trust. It's reaching deep in-side one's self For something precious, on a shelf That you've been holding in your soul, But love consents to let it go.
Love is seen within the eye.
Love is heard from within a cry. Love is felt through finger-tips. Love is spoken through careful lips. Love's description is out of reach. But simply know, 'twill never die.