Love comes softly without warning.
It begins with the embers of celestial light.
Love is not empty nor is love void.
It comes to us with gossamer wings on a starry, starry night.
It is a new love, yet it is a true love.
We all know what it is and how it feels.
Remember when you were sixteen.
We’re overcome and how our heart does reel.
Ah yes, her touch on a summer afternoon.
Our hearts quicken from the caress of our hands.
We see that Love is a tender and gentle thing.
We hope it doesn’t run away like the fleeting sands.
As fragile as a silken web its essence can be.
Stay with me for a while and let our love bloom.
Just when you thought you couldn’t love her more,
You dance the dance in the shadows of a golden room.
We surrender our hearts, they’re ours for the keeping.
It is a star spangled love with rockets at night,
And no one will ever tear us apart.
Release the doves and ponder their flight.
So the poets wax philosophical and carry on about love.
But do we know that love is a gift from God up above.
It’s a feeling God lets us have about each other.
We try it on and wear it like a well worn glove.
And so it is no longer a new love,
but for sure it is true and long lasting.
Love is not empty nor is love void.
It comes to us with gossamer wings, simply for the asking.
It begins with the embers of celestial light.
Love is not empty nor is love void.
It comes to us with gossamer wings on a starry, starry night.
It is a new love, yet it is a true love.
We all know what it is and how it feels.
Remember when you were sixteen.
We’re overcome and how our heart does reel.
Ah yes, her touch on a summer afternoon.
Our hearts quicken from the caress of our hands.
We see that Love is a tender and gentle thing.
We hope it doesn’t run away like the fleeting sands.
As fragile as a silken web its essence can be.
Stay with me for a while and let our love bloom.
Just when you thought you couldn’t love her more,
You dance the dance in the shadows of a golden room.
We surrender our hearts, they’re ours for the keeping.
It is a star spangled love with rockets at night,
And no one will ever tear us apart.
Release the doves and ponder their flight.
So the poets wax philosophical and carry on about love.
But do we know that love is a gift from God up above.
It’s a feeling God lets us have about each other.
We try it on and wear it like a well worn glove.
And so it is no longer a new love,
but for sure it is true and long lasting.
Love is not empty nor is love void.
It comes to us with gossamer wings, simply for the asking.