His flower, and her ring;
The music in life, that makes you sing;
A smile to cherish,
A tear to perish,
That is Love, That is Love.
Holding Grandmother’s hand;
Hanging on to father’s shoulders rather than stand;
Mother’s touch on the forehead;
Sisters’ bonhomie where all worries are shed;
It is Love, It is Love.
A friend’s shoulder to lean on;
Sitting alone in the lawn;
A finger to lead you;
Matters not, when, where, how or who;
All is Love, All is Love.