Love is not perfect; love is not wise,
It often comes when we least realize,
And takes our hearts, spins them around,
As it tiptoes in without making a sound,

Love doesn’t care what came before,
Whether someone can cook or if someone snores,
It forges new paths as it closes old doors,
No, love doesn’t care what came before,

Love is much more than a pleasure bed,
It lives for the moment and moves ahead,
It’s all in the heart and not the head,
Yes, love is much more than a pleasure bed,

Love is forever, not just for a night,
It lives through the frights of the first morning light,
It leaves just that one in our true heart’s sight,
Yes, love is for always, not just for a night,

Love is our lifeblood, our breath and best friend,
When it’s real, it remains till the bitter end,
Bringing with it more joy than we can attend,
Yes, love is our lifeblood, our breath… Amen.
 
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