Is it a thing you hold in your hand?
This most elusive thing, sought out by man.
Can it be seen with your eyes? Does it stay?
Or is it fleeting like clouds on a summer day?
This thing love that means more than riches and gold.
It is there but for only a lucky few to grasp and forever hold.
It starts as a small seed in your heart that you did sow.
It must be carefully nurtured for it to grow.
Love is like a tree it needs roots that run deep.
It needs to be nourished or it wonít keep.
Kind words spoken, a touch and a smile.
Then to just hold you for a little while.
I will stop and listen when you have something to say.
Your important, what Iím doing can be done another day.
Love will grow strong, if weíre treated this way.
Love will last forever and between us stay.
To endure, loves roots must run deep though lifeís rocky soil.
For loves roots to run deep we both must toil.
Set back then and watch our love grow.
And be proud of the seed, that we have sowed.
Fruits of our love now sprout from the tree.
Children of love, itís plain to see.
Of course, love can be seen with the eyes.
I look at you, the vision I see is of love comprised.