It Is Love
It is love,
That gets out of a warm bed in the middle of the night,
Because the child had a bad dream.
It is Love
That traipses up the hill with feet that are light,
To be by the sick bed of someone not well liked.
It is Love,
That shifts the worm to the right,
To avoid a lonely death on the concrete.
It is Love,
That though looking a fright,
Turns up for the school concert.
It is Love,
That ensures a clean fight,
When two children have a friendship to win.
It is Love,
That refrains from getting tight,
If a sober driver is needed.
It is Love,
That helps mend the Kite,
Instead of watching the big game on TV.
It is love,
That keeps things light,
By refraining to pay back in kind.
It is Love,
That cures the blight,
We catch from letting hate in.
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