Love is like a deep red rose.
Its like a bright sunrise.
Love is the face of a child that glows.
Its the highest of all highs.

Love is the moon as it begins to rise.
Its trees with leaves of green.
Love is the stars in night time skies.
Its invisible, but always seen.

Love is the birds flying through the air.
Its frost on a winter morn.
Love is the wind blowing through your hair.
Its a mother when her child is born.

Love is deep and wide and tall.
Its more than I can explain.
Love is all this, but thats not all.
Its the comfort that eases the pain.

Love is here and love is there.
Its the view from a mountain high.
Love is our lives that we freely share.
Its us together, you and I.