Oh what is love but not a joyous feeling,
Laughter from enlightened eyes,
Open arms, to every one who enters,
Sharing in what this old world provides.
Oh what is love but a friendship rising
From the dust of desolate sin
Forgiving all past desecrations
Of living men, as beasts fall
Oh what is love, if not in your eyes,
As upon me they gaze today
Astounded, that I 'm weak and lowly,
Tired, from the mid days' sun.
Oh what is love, if not a prayer dear
To wish me well in all I do.
And what is love, if I don't try dear
To shepherd all,
To understand what's true.
A Lady's Life.