
Love, Love, Love;
Such an eluded , deluded thing;
We fear it, we embrace it;
We reject it, we accept it;
We run from it, we hide from it;
Yet we’ll search our entire lives for it;
We cry for it; we sigh for it;
We climb mountains & we’ll die for it;
We kill for it; We feel for it;
We kick , we scream, We’d steal for it;
We dance & sing & fight for it;
If we stood & faced the world with it;
We could start or stop a war with it;
With all the weapons we could get;
It’s strength, could heal the world with it.
Debbie Smalley (deb’e)