Love is a miracle, sweet as can be,
That will always remain a complete mystery.
For though it is something that’s centuries old,
It cannot be purchased for silver or gold.
But instead must be given of one’s own free will,
And received with no promises it must fulfil.
And once it’s exchanged in this time-honoured way,
There’s nothing that love cannot manage to say.
No problems too great and no problems too small,
For love, like a miracle, conquers them all.
And leaves in their place such a feeling of peace,
That joy, just like love, cannot help but increase!