A gentle touch and tender sigh,
A love that’s pure, a heart that’s high.
In innocence, it blooms and grows,
Unfettered by the world’s cold, hard snows.
It’s a love that’s free, untainted by design,
A love that’s meant to be, a love that’s divine.
It knows no bounds, no limits or fears,
A love that’s pure, and wipes away all tears.
It’s a love that’s kind, a love that’s true,
A love that shines, and sees me through.
It’s a love that forgives, and never forgets,
A love that heals, and soothes my soul’s regrets.
In its pure form, it’s a precious thing,
A love that’s rare, and makes my heart sing.
It’s a love that lifts me up, and makes me whole,
A love that’s pure, and makes my heart its home.